It's been over 48 hours since Spaceward Bound Arctic 2008 ended and...
I love being in the field.
I'm morose and languid as I persist in missing all my new friends.
I marvel, still, that the beauty of the wild, interesting science work in it, and good souls, combine to forge strong friendships in microwave cooking-like time.
I can't believe that the kid that ran outside and looked at our moon, then ran back inside and watched Apollo astronauts on the TV, the guy that slept in the Mojave sand to watch Columbia glide back home to Edwards, gets to spend time this summer at Ames.
I can't wait to get back into the field.