We've been getting busy in Snug Harbor, with over 200 in the V.C. every day and full loads on the Queen and Ranger, but there remains a very small number of Incidents. Of course, we have our aviators, which helps us reign justice. There are the swarms of day-trippers requesting the spots to "find wildlife - well, I mean, moose", and the occasional people missing their rides home (just this morning, the artist-in-residence has been stranded, having never been picked up from the cabin), inflatable kayakers getting buffeted around the harbor, and the assorted blisters, sprains, and sore throats. But nothing, happily, too very taxing. Or, in fact, taxing at all.
Pete has left us yet again for another stint at another NPS destination. Oh, and last night I did my last ever evening program on bugs, complete with a musical introduction and announcer voice compliments of Casey, which came, as few introductions ever do, at the very end of my program. (Andrea saved the day, as she has a tendency to do.) It's a long story; Casey, I again apologize for making you hide behind the podium for the program's entire duration. :)
The Ranger III left this morning slightly later than usual, loaded down with several boxes and a display case from us for Houghton. The seaplane, apparently, suffered some kind of engine problem on the way over - they told the passengers as they landed, "Wow, just made that one - I never did get up to the proper altitude." Reassuring. The couple scheduled to return to Houghton purchased two last minute Ranger tickets and hopped on as the whistle blew.
The sky is blue, the sun is shining, and the harbor's calm - it's another happy weekend in Snug Harbor.
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