Marine Biology is Hard Sometimes

Last time I was in Lubec, Maine for fieldwork it was snowy and frozen. This time it's not... quite. Rather, it's 37 degrees and raining with 25 mph winds blasting frigid Bay of Fundy waves against the seaweed covered rocks that we're surveying.

 

Instead of insulated survival suits we're wearing rubber rainsuits over many many layers. Between low tides we're retreating to a little cabin at an old coast guard station. In the closed space we can smell every note of each other's musty socks and hear our annoying cereal-chewing and tea-slurping noises as loud as bombs going off. But we're professional marine biologists, so we can deal.