I'm doing seaweed research this week up at the University of Maine's Darling Marine Center near Damariscotta. The work involves getting up early to catch the low tide, weeding and surveying frantically for four hours, then taking it relatively easy in the afternoon. In the evenings we've had some time to hike, jog, play cards, swim, browse around the town, etc. Yesterday I even managed to get a windsurfing session in the Damariscotta River, which is more of a saltwater fjord than a river. It was oddly reminiscent of Eld Inlet in Washington State where my dad first taught me how to windsurf. The fact that I was riding an old-school longboard like the one I learned on made it even more of a deja-vu moment. (The board was the Mistral Equipe longboard that I picked up for free the other day in New Hampshire.) I made a video of the session with my GoPro camera, but the humid weather and cold water caused some serious lens fogging problems. Oh, well. The song is by David Bowie.