June 22nd, 2009

It truly is. I swear. Do you remember how Will and I went conching about a week ago? Well, we didn’t end up eating those conch because they died. Sad, I know, but I do get to take home a shell without a hole in it. That’s because in order to remove the conch from the shell you have to pry it out and you can’t do that without drilling a hole. Wait, I’m drifting off topic. The point off all that is that I really wanted to eat a conch that I caught, so my dad and I went back out yesterday. We took a tendem pedal kayak out across the flat (a patch of ocean that’s really shallow and, well, flat), taking turns dragging it while the other pushed from behind. When we reached open ocean where it was a clear blue almost to the bottom, it was relatively choppy but not too bad. I put the glass-bottom bucket that Will and I had made a few days before on the surface of the water and instantly saw clearly to the bottom. We drifted for a while, piking up a few conch here and there, until we had managed to get eight. Then, we began to kayak back to te ELC. Upon arrival we went to our rooms to  shower and change, and then I bided my time until dinner. When dinner time came we brought our conch to the staff cafeteria and asked the chef there to cook it for us. She happily obliged (we promised to give her half for cooking them for us) and then we had a great and filling dinner of cracked conch.

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