05.01.2015 - 05.04.2015
The past few days of swells and wind have prevented Jason from launching, and the boredom is beginning to take its toll on the science crew. Half of us have begun ‘hibernating’, sleeping as much as possible, while the other half has simply devoted themselves to watching whatever tv shows they have downloaded onto their computers. Discussion about Heartland and Once Upon a Time has worked its way into everyday conversation.
We have begun a ping-pong tournament, with sixteen participants and a loser’s bracket. Niya and I were entered against our wishes, but we have been matched together and so have been avoiding the main lab (where the table is set up) whenever one or the other is present. We know full well we’ll be thrown into the match sooner or later, but since neither of us particularly enjoy ping-pong we’re attempting to hold it off as long as possible.
Just because we don’t like playing it, however, doesn’t mean it’s not highly entertaining to watch. Several of the guys have thrown themselves full-tilt into the game. I’ve seen them nearly give themselves concussions going after the ball, and one of them (Nick or John, I can’t recall which) lunged so far that he somehow landed underneath a table ten feet away. I wish I were exaggerating.
The down time has allowed for several board games to take hold. Every night Carlos, Gilbert, Nick, John, Jess and I gather in the mess hall and play Settlers of Catan. I may be a bit addicted now, but unfortunately have not yet won. Carlos is the reigning champion with two wins, but Jess, Nick, and John all have their own victories to gloat over. Poor Gilbert owns the game and brought it all the way from Los Angeles, but has not yet been able to score a victory. Meanwhile, I fumble through it and, when it becomes apparent that I will not win, try my darndest to mess it up for whoever is winning. It becomes highly entertaining.
Other than that, not much has happened. The swells seem to be getting rougher by the day, but the forecast says that the wind should die down some by Thursday morning. Unfortunately that means that the swells may linger until Friday or Saturday, which cuts into our dive time even more. We may only have two or three dive days left before we’re forced back to port.
Until then, fingers crossed that the weathermen have it wrong. We can only hope.