June 26

(Paper journal entry. Written June 26, typed July 5. Backdated here to reflect time of writing.)

Here I am at last. It's 5:30 in the morning-- thanks, jet lag. The last of the sunrise colors are fading over Mats Mats Bay. The waterfowl are calling.

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I was sitting on the dock until it started raining-- no surprise, given that I'm on the Olympic Peninsula. I retreated to the comparative dryness of our not-quite-leaky tent. Inside the tent is Ryan, asleep on his only-slightly-leaky air mattress. We only had to get up once during the night to re-inflate it. He was upset that the cozy nest he tried to set up for me turned out to be a little less than cozy, but I was so tired after the flight that I would have been happy sleeping in the back of his car.