And experience both the bumpiest ride and most beautiful view I have ever experienced. We eat, and take a few observations before the clouds hit. At this point, I migrate over to the truck, and sit on a tailgate in the freezing wind for 3 hours with Guthrie and Nicole before, in the middle of a discussion about weasel metabolism, Guthrie proposes we sit in the truck before we freeze to death. The motion is approved, and we move into the truck, and later into a tent. We sleep, fitfully.
More headache abounds.
We whomp our way back to Los Alamos, and collapse into a painful slumber. Picked up some jewelry for mom, sister, and Cynthia. We finish at the pueblo, hop back to Los Alamos, and I write this. To say nothing against my science teachers, for they've all been fantastic, I think I've learned more being here for 2 weeks, working, talking to under grads and scientists, than I did in the greater part of a semester.