Puffin hunting
Today we went puffin hunting. Not successful because it is either too early or too cold. Those night temperatures in single digits are a sign that we are ahead of the flock. We did find other strange birds though. In a local restaurant there was one man who could fill in as a foghorn. How loud? Loud enough that we asked to move to a different table in the far corner of the restaurant to try and get some respite. This was one of those birds that qualifies as an entrepreneur. Find the next dollar at whatever price. Ask everyone you meet who they are and what they do and where they used to live and any other kind of question that might fill up a contact sheet. I find the whole process terrible. But that is why I do not own a company. Our decision to try dry camping in the middle of nowheres is actually sort of a first for us. We can see the ocean and we are here until someone asks us to move along. If the police arrives, I will tell them that I’m here to go to the gift shop when it finally opens. You can be too early from anything. We will forego electricity if necessary. We have some water and we have good spirit. I even have some apple juice in the fridge. Today I stayed behind during the walk and tried to figure out why radios do not always talk to one another. The answer is that I do not know. More expected experimentation required. Waiting now for the sun to go down so I can see if we are out of sight and out of mind for other people.
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