After taking in an enormous quantity of Weightgain 4000 (i.e., the grams of saturated fat per serving) the night before, I participated in the first race of the rainy season biking series this past Sunday. I feel out of bed around 5am and consumed a hearty breakfast of tuna and old croissant dinner rolls. The entire lack of birds weren't singing as the sun rose, revealing that my bike shorts were actually a sleeveless jersey on upside down (I thought the crotch felt a little roomy). Once I straightened myself out, it was time to shotgun a beer and head out the door. I biked to the race site, arriving with an hour to spare. After a few minutes, all there enjoyed the heavy prerace rain for about half an hour. Feeling soggypants and ready to smoke the competition, we got in the pack for a 7:30am start time. The race was pretty much entirely uphill, but fortunately brief (about 20 minutes). Several of my friends/acquaintances (most of whom I met through the hashing crew) also participated, including Jenn (fellow New Hampshirite, snake wrestler, and a really sweet girl to boot), Renee (HC-5 pilot and swimmer extraordinaire), Randy (the physical equivalent of Spiderman), "Tampon" (the man of stilted legs), Ty (stout gent of the foul mouth), "Hamhock" (the stern one), and Grant (a.k.a. "Chili," the unstoppable man). After much panting, gnashing of teeth, and sweating, the summit was reached. Afterwards, I had a much-needed hosing of my bike, hosing of myself, and breakfast, which I ate through a hose. Check out this article to read more about the race.
Later that day (basically immediately after getting back from the race), I participated in a touch rugby tournament along with most of the brown treesnake crew. It was the first time I've played rugby (which was the same deal for Ginger, Justin, and Andy), so we were expectedly sloppy to begin with. However, we improved with every game. We had a rousing tie match against mostly 8-year-olds who very nearly kicked our collective asses. The following two games were lost to only slightly superior teams, but the final game we won by a landslide, much to the credit of ingenious strategy, Justin's two interceptions (followed by successful tries), and no luck whatsoever. I'm ready to do it again, if only I can get an occasional Wednesday night off... which doesn't seem likely.
Oh, on one other note of excitement, Jenn, Brent, Haldre, and I are going to Bali in less than two weeks. There's a rugby tournament there in which Brent and Haldre will be playing, but Jenn and I are just tagging along to have a good time. We'll be gone for almost 6 days (ah, such a shame). For those of you who don't know exactly where Bali is, check out the link above or picture a relatively small island right on the southern chunk of the Indonesian archipelago, directly adjacent (to the east) of Java and due north of western
Australia.
This is brief, yes, but I need to go buy some food. It's difficult to eat when you have just cleaned out your refrigerator, discovering all that remains following the disposal of mold-infested, crusted, and festering contents are a bottle of mustard, two eggs, and a crouton. I also need to do some laundry, seeing that my physical activities of only a week have depleated my supply of clean clothes to nearly zilch.
Below is a select, but still pretty substantial, collection of photos from my adventures here over the past couple months. Most of these photos are from either the practice deployment we took to Saipan in July or the Rapid Response deployment to Maui last month. They may take a while to download, but I hope you enjoy them!
Here are Brent and I, excited about our new traps. We placed about 30 of these around the sighting area.
Let’s just say that Brent has an oral fixation. He chews on basically anything he can get his hands on, including t-shirts, towels, watches, bottle caps, elastics, pens, high voltage electrical wires, old underwear, cans of mace, and bullets. In this case he had a more appropriate object on which he could ease his nerves: a cherry lollipop. Thus the red tongue.
Brent has just discovered, after an accidental passing remark from Haldre, that Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen are not coming to Guam.
Intrepid as always, I head out to set a trap.
Night searches are no laughing matter. The nights are long and the weather is humid, but our eyesight is keen.
Data collection: without any doubt the most exciting part of scientific field observation.
Here Brent is showing the precise stance and attitude mandatory when conducting a night search for brown treesnakes.
This is an old, sunbleached, and rather dead lobster we found near some of Saipan’s amazing tide pools. It was cool, but, as you can see, terrifying.
Here is Karen near one of the many tide pools we visited.
We found these two boonie dog puppies sleeping along with their mother (who is out of frame to the right) on the steps of a small chapel on the grounds of the Pacific Island Club, a resort chain where Brent’s sister used to work.
These little fish were about an inch long and darting around in the shallow water of many tide pools. These particular guys were zipping in and out of a little crevasse when I snapped this photo.
This is the Micronesian Kingfisher, which had been on Guam until it was extirpated by the brown treesnake. These birds are a lot of fun to watch and the bright blue-green on their plumage is lovely.
A typical view of the landscape of Saipan from the tide pools.
Several of these sea urchins were hanging out along the edges of the tide pools. They were entirely black with the exception of the bright blue lines near the center (I’m not sure what they are).
This is a view from the balcony of the hotel where we stayed. This is the same hotel where Haldre, Brent, Jen, and I stayed over labor day weekend when we went to Saipan for a berserk hash.
Let’s see… there’s Creamsicle on the left, some crazed Alabamanian redneck in the middle, and yours truly, displaying his NH pride, on the right. Note the MGD. Sadly, my two friends have since departed the island. Onto bigger and better things (if you can possibly believe it).
Here’s the story: Brent left several items of clothing out on our balcony for an extended period of time… we’re talking well over a month… in conditions where all the articles were either continuously soaked or damp. Not only did these clothes grow mushrooms, but they also became infested with ants…THOUSANDS of ants (and their eggs). There was also a towel that, until the typhoon, was successfully growing little trees.
Brent praying atop Saipan’s loftiest peak.
Don’t do nothing… fish!
Haldre displaying archetypal island beauty.
Brent feeling the moment… a little too much.
A view on the plane ride home from the Saipan mock deployment.
Apparently Saipan has just as many car problems as Guam (except they fortunately have fewer vehicles). That’s not gunk on the lens- it’s all exhaust.
This plant, known as Tahitian "Howe" (that's what it sounds like, but I'm not sure how it's spelt), was completely choking one section of our potential search area during the Rapid Response deployment to Maui. This stuff is unbelievably thick and through which it’s nearly impossible to maneuver. In this photo, Pete is about 15 feet off the ground since it was much easier to climb over the top of it. As Pete aptly pointed out, it looked like something out of the Lord of the Rings.
These warnings were posted at the state park where we stayed in Hana. There were even two more off to the right, but I can’t remember what they said. It appears they have listed every imaginable danger of which one should be wary.
One of Maui’s many ugly waterfalls.
I seem to be impersonating a hypnotized pigeon. Oh, I was kidding about the waterfalls.
Pete and I playing a rousing game of go fish at the cabin where we stayed for most of the deployment. And I meant kidding that they were ugly. There are a lot of waterfalls.
Haldre and Pete, surrounded by bamboo and happy to be on a beautiful island.
After several rounds of cliff jumping, one of the straps on Pete’s sandal finally snapped. With no means of repairing them on hand, he was forced to go half barefoot for the rest of the journey to and from a huge waterfall. Needless to say, it was a very painful, and treacherous (he had to dodge cow patties, rotten guava, large roots, and rocks almost constantly), experience.
Keevin (left) and Fern were two of our trainees from this past year. Fern is a biologist with the Hawaii DLNR, while Keevin was recently promoted at his job in Oahu. Fern was running much of the response in Maui and did so quite well. Keevin was on site mainly as a searcher, but he was also quite successful at comic relief. He laughs almost constantly and it’s one of those highly contagious laughs. It’s also incredibly loud- no matter where I was in the sighting area, I could always hear Keevin’s laugh (even if I was half a mile away).
This is a good example of the type of habitat we encountered around the location of the snake sighting in Hana.
Some volcanic coastline at the state park in Hana.
Lacking a washer and dryer where we stayed in Hana, we were often forced to wash our clothes in the shower. It wasn’t the most effective method of cleaning our disgusting clothes, but it cut back on the unbearable stench they gained from sweating in the field. I’m wringing out some of my clothes to dry before a night search.
This is the back of the cabin where we stayed. For a state park, the accommodations were great, and free (since it is run by DLNR, basically our hosts while in Maui), but really hot. No A/C meant difficult napping conditions in the afternoon, which isn’t much fun when you have to search later that night.
Badass. From left, Pete, Me, Kyle (another recent trainee from Maui), Haldre, and Craig. With the exception of Kyle, this is the elite Rapid Response team sent from the Mariana Islands to Maui.
Here are some more of the crew from Hana who helped out a lot with preparing search areas and searching at night. The guy on the far right is Sam, also from Maui and one of our trainees. Sam is awesome- a really nice guy who was very welcoming to us. He and his Dad (also Sam) work for the Maui Invasive Species Committee. Much of their work involves killing Miconia, an incredibly invasive species that, if left unabated, would probably take over the entire island. Sam is a machine with his machete, he makes great barbeque, and he loves to hunt pigs along with his team of dogs.
Cliff jumping! Me, Craig, Haldre, and Pete leaping into an oceanside pool in Hana. With the exception of the photo with Pete (lower left)- which is higher- we were jumping off a cliff of about 30 feet.
This is silversword, the endangered plant found on only a couple Hawaiian mountaintops (in this case Haleakala). This one is in bloom, something the plant does only once before it dies.
The very top of Haleakala. It was the coldest weather I’ve felt since leaving home in January.
Enjoying the wind at the top of Haleakala.
It looked like a moonscape up there, with very few plants near the top. There’s also an observatory nearby with big, beefy telescopes. I didn’t get to check them out, but it would’ve been cool.
Frankus! This is Frank, the VERY old gentleman with whom we stayed for the first few days on Maui. The guest house we used was a bit lacking in air conditioning, beds, and effective screens to keep out mosquitoes, but we did have cable TV so we could watch the Olympics for a bit after night searching.
A river somewhere along the southern edge of Maui.
Four tall waterfalls from a distance. There are countless waterfalls on Maui, many of which are ephemeral. Maui has an incredibly diverse landscape, with many different habitats in a small area. For example, the land east of Haleakala gets about 20 inches of rain a year, while the land west often receives well over 200.
The temperature reading from our Jeep near the summit of Haleakala.
You know that when you’ve made the comics, you’ve hit the big time. Corky is a famous Hawaiian comic strip and the snake sighting was mentioned not once, but TWICE while we were there. In the cartoon with the big cat, the guy on the far right with the mustache is actually based on Fern. Apparently he met Corky once and has become a subject of his cartoons involving wildlife. I’m obviously the guy in the straw hat.
