Every Kwaj evening, a surprisingly comical show begins at sunset, when the beach suddenly begins to move.
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Day 514: Pint-sized octopus steals the morning
She had spotted a half-inch long baby octopus, thin-skinned, translucent as the papery layer between orange sections. He seemed to be investigating the edges of the tiny pool, sliding out of the water to – we speculated – look for a bigger pool with a place to hide before reversing direction and flowing back into the drink.
Read MoreDay 511: Marshallese weaving and Christmas trees
Among the treasures on our Christmas tree this year are hand woven flowers, stars, angels, turtles and tuna fish, deceptively simple with all their Christmas charm. Their basic silhouettes reflect a deep Marshallese weaving tradition that is still celebrated and passed to a new generation of women.
Read MoreDay 500: Kwaj hermit crabs and the fly angle
A 1983 Pacific Science article detailing a hermit crab project on Enewetak Atoll has direct connections to the pesky evening fly problem on Kwaj.
Read MoreUpdate: 1 year of Postcards from Kwaj
We have a new goal: send a postcard to every state in the USA.
Read MoreDay 176: So gross (and astonishing) I can’t look away
Here on Kwajalein, sea cucumbers abundantly dot the swimming area and the reef, but we’re pretty grossed out by them.
Read MoreDay 173: Octopus love
I fell in love with Mr. Octopus when I walked into a November craft fair and spotted him across the room: towering above the sand and rock, beak reaching to the water’s surface over stiff extended arms, skin red, suction cups at attention.
Read MoreDay 114: A Thanksgiving toast from Kwajalein
As much as I try to remind my kids that Thanksgiving is a time to practice gratitude, for Brad at least, Thanksgiving Day is all about the mashed potatoes.
Read MoreDay 88: Snorkeling with puffers, day and night
I had the pleasure this weekend, to make the acquaintance of a very large white-spotted pufferfish during an afternoon snorkel. He and I first locked gazes underwater, his black eyes encircled by bright white rings and stark toothy beak in a wide O, as surprised to meet me as I was to spot him, perhaps?
Read MoreDay 70: From small-town Nebraska to a dot in the Pacific
From small town Nebraska, to a dot in the Pacific, we’re welcoming my parents to Kwajalein this week.
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