Yesterday Roommate and I went to the Stock Room (a well kept Campus secret) and checked out a pair of chest waders for me and hip waders for her. Ha. It was ridiculous. We literally romped across campus, through the HFAC and all the way home, physically preparing ourselves for today's task.
Around 9 I rolled out of bed and into my chest waders. I looked magnificent. I could have hid a second body in there. They are simply amazing. Roommate followed and soon we found ourselves carefully sloshing across the Provo River, leaning against the current with a 3 foot "kick net." We took 6 samples of what looked like muck and OtherRoommate was there carefully recording the events.
It was fun to pretend to be a hardcore biologist. I never knew waders could make me feel so legit. Even the hippies in Nun's park thought we were reputable biologist conducting serious research. We let 'em think it.
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