More recon for a glider flying site today. Found a second, larger soccer field in town, off of the highway, but in a populated part of the village (too many witnesses for my kind of flying). Talked with Carole, the Park owner, and she confirmed that it was OK to fly out of the beach grass areas north of us that we explored a day or two ago, so maybe tomorrow. Temperatures are 33 C, but the humidex is 39C, and the heat doesn't break until 10pm or later (when it abates to 27 and a humidex of 33....)
About all you can do is eat fruit and drink juice. We were invited on an excursion to Chacala Beach but declined as it is a busy weekend and we can go during the week when the locals are working.
So, for the first week or two, Kirk laid about on his dog cable, doing his usual laze about in the sun until bright pink, retreat to the shadows to cool for 10 or 15 minutes, then back to the sun and heat. After all, no squirrels here. Nancy, however, has been feeding the iguanas, so now there's a couple of bright green 12"ers, a brown and orange 2 footer, and a reported, but as yet unseen 3 footer, hanging about (we have seen the turds...) As well, we have many 3-4" geckos scampering about on vertical surfaces. It was inevitable that Kirk spotted something under the Bigfoot, and made a lightning dash for it, but was thwarted in his efforts by a too-short red cable with which we anchor him. He was inconsolable; he would not, could not forget the issue. After a day and a half of "stay-in-the-RV-all-day" purgatory, he is somewhat persuaded in the error of his ways, and is back outside on his cable. He has altered his sensor sweeps now, however, and spends a lot of time surveying vertical walls, and closely examining the underside of tables and chairs, nose up and sniffing the wind. His vigilance is unceasing.
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