Two maps today: one from this week (bottom), one from last (top). I have just been looking at them carefully, trying to spot the differences. Who has moved where? Most of the tracks have stretched out just a little more. Riley—no surprise to us at this point, perhaps—is zigzagging a bit. If you trace Koopas’ track with your finger, you’ll see it descending almost like stairs.
Our turtles are swimming their way down the length of the United States. It is Thanksgiving Day there now. And although I’m happily perched on the edge of the Atlantic Ocean here in Halifax, today I miss my family in Illinois. I miss how this holiday in particular gathers that country together.
I’m also thinking about our American sea turtle colleagues—the thoughtful, creative, intelligent, committed, inspiring, undeniably kooky people who are determined to keep these animals on the map. And I’m thankful for them.
