
Then Cooper Island seems a lifetime ago, the light, the endless bird calls, the sand, the cold and eternal, infernal wind. They are far away now. I returned to Cooper the following […]
Then Cooper Island seems a lifetime ago, the light, the endless bird calls, the sand, the cold and eternal, infernal wind. They are far away now. I returned to Cooper the following […]
Part 26, last days of Cooper 28 Aug I buried myself in books the last few days. The wind has been fierce, increasing through the day yesterday and last night. It was […]
Part 25, summer winding down 22 Aug George didn’t make our radio call this morning but called Dave yesterday and said he didn’t think it was going to work to get me […]
Part 24, plumb tuckered out 17 Aug Back to Cooper – gray day with passing showers, and mist, but pretty mild temp and little wind until this evening. Now it seems to […]
Part 23, the dog days of summer 14 August 2000 What a grim day. I went through the whole colony, nest site by nest site. There are many dead and dying chicks; […]
Part 22, A storm is coming in 9 Aug The wind finally dropped off this evening. It was strong earlier in the day – 30-35mph. WooHoo! I spent a lot of the […]
Part 21, Cooper time – night divides the day 5 Aug I half dragged myself out of bed this morning at 0630. Had just gotten my pants and socks on and was […]
I started this Cooper Island series back in February 2018 with a post from 29 July 2000, Sensory Deprivation, that chronologically fits here. Part 20, another trip abroad 31 July 2000 I just […]
Part 19, the songs of summer 25 Aug July I am now paying for the nice weather I so cheerily wrote about the other day. It rained most of the night and […]
Part 18. Summer slides by in the Arctic 19 July I couldn’t keep my eyes open to read and passed out at 0100 but woke at 0300, and again at 5, and […]