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Ah, nothing beats a good sweat. Especially when your clothes are drenched by 730 in the morning and you can barely keep your pants up with the humidity trying its hardest to pull them to the ground. Its coming up on three weeks that I've been up at Mitchell River National Park chasing quolls around the rocky countryside: Today, we caught one of the girls to check her radio collar and got to see this:I hope you are oohing and ahhing, because those are some damn cute quoll babies.


When I'm not exhausting myself with Annette searching for quolls I might do something like lay under the fan, read a book, wipe off my sweat mustache, bake a cake, watch a movie at Ranger John's house (AC, yay), watch Annette dance strangely or dance strangely for Annette, or go to the river via helicopter for a fishing trip:
The rangers and helicopter men did not catch any fish (hard to when you are laying around like these 'working' folk). But we saw CROCODILE tracks. Yes, crocodile.

Yesterday, the helicopter crew filled up a kiddie swimming pool and we went swimming (aka: sitting in one foot of water) for an hour so life continues to be pretty good up here in the hot hot hot heat.


Quote of last week:

"Quolls aren't as dumb as people say. They've learned to come into the house, get into the cookie jar, eat the cookies, then put the lid back on!" -Annette, who definitely didn't eat all the cookies I made and knew that I would never do such a thing either.