August 3
It seems as if the tundra has suddenly come alive in the last two weeks. The caribou herds have started moving through the area; this means that the wolves have also been poking around. Yesterday we saw a pack of 8 white wolves sauntering along about 250m away. Later in the day we came across a very nervous-looking caribou with a huge set of antlers- I think the wolves were stalking him. Very cool!
This morning was not quite as cool, since I managed to sink to my knees in mud and started the day with a contentious argument about my bedtime with someone who really had no business commenting on it. What does it matter to anyone else whether I go to sleep at 10 pm or 11 pm? I still get up and go to work in the morning- if I am grumpy, I have learned to keep it to myself and I am bright-eyed and bushy-tailed by the time I get to the meeting at 7:30. Arrgh! I like vast majority of the people I am working with, but boy will it be nice to see some new faces when I get back.
When I got back to camp this afternoon I had a nice little lay-down in the sun... it is the first day that it has been warm, calm, and un-buggy. It's a tundra miracle! This, followed by a nap and an icy dip in the lake cured me of my cantankerous mood (Sunday is only a half-day in the field and I am mostly caught up on my mapping so had nothing pressing to do). I know I had other things to write about today but absolutely can't remember what they were, so it must not have been too important.
-A.
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