Greetings from Barcroft Field Station, where we prepare for a long night of stargazing.
After a filling meal of sushi (salmon, tuna, yellowtail), we once again stayed up as late as possible, in preparation for a night under the stars.
The journey continued when we left Bishop. The ride was bumpy and vomit-inducing, but we made the best of it by listening to music and looking out for patches of pink-tinted snow and small rodent-like creatures. We stopped at a national forest center to learn about the ancient trees that had been around for about 4,000 years.
We continued up the windy dirt road, anticipating our arrival at Barcroft. The station peeked over the hills as we approached . I could feel my stomach churning and burbling, hoping we arrived soon.
The truck stopped in front of a building that resembled a cylinder cut in half. I stepped out and was immediately by how cold it was. We walked inside and were greeted by an extremely friendly doggy named Penny. She whined and jumped and shoved her nose in my face. I scratched underneath her chin and followed her around.
About 30 minutes later I walked outside to find my dad setting up the tripod and our chairs. He walked off to fetch the binoculars. I jumped up onto a log that was near the edge of the plateau. I walked forward, switching between a second log that lay next to the first. As I neared the end, a burst of wind came from the mountains and almost toppled me. I hopped off the log and waited for my dad to get the binoculars.
The binoculars were set up and we began to scan the area through them. I lowered and raised the lenses, shifting them here and there. The wind lashed at us and my eyes seared with pain, tearing up.
And now I sit in the quiet dorms, ready for a night of stargazing.
Until then,
Cyanjasmine11
Tranquil & Tumultuous Travels 