Why? Why? Why? Delilah . . .
At about 3 or 4 am, while sleeping at the ranger station, the rains started. It didn’t let up. The rangers stayed positive and said it was just a passing squall. Hope springs eternal. Well, the weather didn’t change, and we re-scheduled.
The rangers packed our camping needs for Bird Islet, but the thunder and lightning made us ask them to abort the day’s plans.
The rangers are such troupers. When I asked the chief what their day was like, his answer was, “It will be what you want it to be.” They were to assist us in any way they could. Well, he didn’t answer my question, but he was truly sweet.