It’s 5 a.m. and I am sitting in my car in the parking lot of the Wicked Brew, using their Wi-Fi. I am to meet some birders at 0545 at The Wetlands for a new experience: mist nets and bird-banding. I’ll take my chances with lots of DEET in exchange for protection from the West-Nile-bearing mosquitoes, and I hope to get my hands on a chickadee or gnatcatcher.
I am still basking in the perfection of yesterday, and the deep satisfaction found in interpreting my park for our visitors. The worst day I’ve had as a park ranger is still better than most days I’ve had as a teacher. Seriously, shouldn’t that tell me something?? Truth rarely resounds that clearly.