Today is the first day at the coasters camp. There are two other counselors here: Megan and Alex. Megan, short with brown hair, is 18. She wears clothes that look new and inappropriate for a kid’s camp. Alex is a little awkward, but is very flattered by Sophia, my extremely friendly roommate. Sophia is also a little older than the rest of us, and she stays the morning to help me out. At first I have trouble with getting the kids to listen to me, but as I play more games with them I figure out how ways to teach them about climate change and the environment while holding their attention. I go home exhausted after running around, racing the little boys.
The next two days, Sophia and I hang around the house trying to find things to do. Trish is still in the hospital, and we have done mostly everything on the list. We have ridden the ferry across to Newfoundland and called fisherman to see if they have seen any whales and written it down. I called the recycling center in Labrador and we plan to meet on Tuesday to learn about setting up our own center in Blanc Sablon. When I wake up on Saturday morning, I see the worst fog I have seen yet. The trees that stand about 20 feet away aren’t even in sight anymore. Since it is Saturday, we don’t have to work today so we hang around the house, hiding from the sagging fog outside.
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