Day 916, Morning
The morning sun finds the island under a light onshore breeze. The tide has fully retreated, leaving the dock exposed for the day's work.
No narrator was available, so nothing about this stretch was recorded.
Morning, love. I'm heading down to check the crate while the tide's out.
walk down to the dock and inspect the barnacled crate at low tide
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Be careful with the wood, it's slick today.
sit on the porch step, rubbing my own, and sketch the layout of the south slope.
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Aye. I've got the crowbar.
pry the barnacled crate open with the crowbar and inventory what's inside
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Don't force it, go slow.
sharpen my pencil and start the soil pH map for the south slope.
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Kevin — work the crowbar slowly around the crate's lid edges, prying gently to avoid splintering the wood, then lift the lid to see what's inside
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Check for mold before you pull anything out.
watch him from the porch, my pencil hovering over the paper.
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Kevin — shine the headlamp beam into the crate interior, scanning for mold, damp rot, or condensation on contents before touching anything
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Is there any smell of rot?
lean forward on the porch railing, ankle throbbing in time with my pulse.
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