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| Pelicans wait for the fishing boats to return. |
This week's adventures as a water monitor at Bayland Park for Galveston Bay Foundation.
As I walked toward the dock, a guy was standing at the side while his buddy backed the boat into the water. "Curb!" the guide shouted. The driver stuck his head out of the window, "Huh?" "Curb," the guide repeated much quieter. The driver seemed unhappy. "I can see the curb! I'm not even close!" I was walking along the curb side, and the driver was right. He had plenty of room.
A guy who drove a beat-up van stopped by to ask what I was doing. I explained I was just taking measurements. He said, "Oh, I thought you were homeless like me and trying to catch some shrimp." He didn't catch anything with his cast net. He said it was too cold. I wondered if he lived in that van. Down by a river.
As I was counting drops during the dissolved oxygen test, an opossum strolled about 30 feet away. I couldn't stop the test to get out my phone for a pic. It ambled along the top of a ridge before going into a ditch.
The last time I was out at Bayland Park I lost my license and debit card, which I had stuffed in a pocket with my keys. A fisherman had found the debit card when I returned to search, but the driver's license never turned up. My mother, who was visiting during this mini-crisis, sent me a 15-pocket travel vest so I could keep cards, keys and 13 other things secure and tidy. Thanks, Mom!
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| This new sign is about dredging from Morgan's Point to Exxon. |
