Aaaaand another one!

Greetings landlubbers,

Taking advantage of our internet signal, here's the promised Horn Point entry. This post (regarding Day 2 of our journey) is brought to you by Alex.

"To whom it may concern:

If you are actually reading this, you probably want to know how your child is doing. Well, spoiler alert—we’re all doing just fine and dandy. Here are the details: Woke up at 6:30 AM. Because of this, I was drowsy and am unable to remember completely what happened until after our luxurious breakfast of Cheerios, Honey Bunches of Oats, and Life cereal. So far we are all sleepy, sore, dysfunctional (which made Christina, our fearful leader, a little upset) but that was all about to change…

Our awesome CTY then made a grueling 50-yard walk to the Horn Point oyster hatchery. There we met a cool scientist lady who I forget the name of, but she was nice. She told us about saving the oysters and the bay and whatnot until we got a quick intermission of putting on our bathing suits and “fu-fu shoes” as our friend Jimmy from the whales trip would call it. We then walked to a big barrel with bags of baby oysters (called spat) inside. We then carried the bags into a truck and brought it to a beach. We were all muddy, but it was cool—the muddiest person got a prize (it was Allie).

Once we dragged the oysters about 3.5 feet under the water, we could finally use what we now call a bath—a quick rinse in the bay water. We had a quick lunch and set out on the boat. We had our first watch shifts while on the 3 hour trip to Taylor’s Island. We learned how to navigate the boat, find where we are and where to go. We also did boat checks, had lookouts and science officers, and got to drive the boat. We docked and set up at our new campsite. Pizza bagels for dinner and an early bedtime of 9:30 because we need to wake up at 5:00 tomorrow!"

- Alex Steinwald

Many more adventures have followed, and I will swiftly type them for your enjoyment.

- Jordan