We've got a few good stories this week. Also, I just realized that the above photo is not actually taken from within the Cisco, but shhhh, let's just pretend it is, okay?
Numero Uno, our auditorium is just about ready for its grand opening. After nail pounding and saw running for a few hot summer weeks, the guys have unveiled to us their creation: a big, clean, gorgeous building flooded with light and the probably toxic scent of the carpet. We are in love. I never even saw the auditorium last year, and I know this renovation has got to be way better, because this is pretty much the Best Auditorium in the World. You should see the stars in her eyes when Andrea looks at the huge new windows. Our first program in there will be tomorrow, Friday evening, with a special program on island history from life leasee/author Tom Gale. We'll begin holding ranger programs in there next week.
Otter!
Numero Dos, the weather has been exceedingly interesting lately, as have been the generators. Picture this: It's last Sunday. The World Cup Final. Spain and the Netherlands are playing for the cup, in the hugest sports event of the year, and the game ends zero to zero. Half of the interp staff is glued to our hideous Ben East sofas, eyes on the television, as the game moves into thirty minutes of overtime. And then - the power goes. The house drops into darkness.
"Noooo!" someone screams.
Our radios go wild - but then, you all heard the traffic. 230, 238, 801 - they're back and forth, working out the issue. The little generator gets turned on. The game leaps back into view: still 0:0, Spain has the ball - and bam, it all goes dark again. Our radios kick into gear again, but this time, along with the debate over what to do about the power, we have warnings coming in: "Attention all Isle Royale units: we have a massive thunderstorm moving in from the northeast."
Approximately thirty seconds later, the sky opens in a deluge of icy water.
They did eventually get the power back on, with the assistance of everyone from the Mott mechanics to Marshall's sons, and, after running through the rain, we turned the TV back on just in time to see Spain get handed the cup.
Other than the thunderstorms, anyway, the weather has been absurdly hot and sunny. I'm a fan.
And numero tres (because all good things come in threes), we've had an inordinate number of visitors tumbling off docks into Snug Harbor lately, including, in an odd twist of events, the old dean of Andrew's high school. We haven't determined yet if this is an omen or not, but it has provided lots of fun upper body workouts for our staff, and so far, everyone has come out in tip-top shape. So watch your step, people, and keep your ears and eyes open.
Til next time,
Your Snug Harbor Reporter
Post-jump-into-Rock-Harbor
Tobin Harbor Sunset
Interps Andrew and Leah during the epic Fourth of July canoe race, taking second place!
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