What do flat tires, getting stuck in the mud, and Alfred Hitchcock have in common?

Hello Everyone, I am so sorry for the long delay between my posts but between long hours in the water with leaky waders and preparing for a move to Wawa, I haven't had the energy or time to write. But now I'm back with some very exciting and freaky updates.
On July 9th our team moved up to Wawa, ON for a month in order to study the Magpie River. And in answer to the question I posted last time, it was the hardly visible dirt road that is what we have to take to get to the river. Let me tell you it is NOT a fun drive lol. I play the Jurassic Park theme song in my head as we drive along. and watch out for Velociraptors hanging around the next bend.

I am already missing Searchmont. I miss the other team we are working with, and I most especially miss our accommodations! Now I most definitely did not expect luxury (though searchmont came close), but I did not expect to be living in the setting from a Hitchcock movie...

Unfortunately due to my very limited Internet access I cannot post any pictures but just imagine it:

Its a grey, gloomy day. You pull off Highway 101 to a lone little house in the middle of nowhere. When you open the door you are greeted by wood paneling, sloped floors, appliances that must be from the 60s (or earlier), pealing wallpaper, and velour cushioned wood furniture! My bedroom has pink carpet that has got to be 50 years old, old musty blanket on the bed, and a ceiling that looks like it is about to cave in. Right outside my bedroom door there is a bust of a deer hanging on the wall (the creepiest thing about it is it is completely fake!).

You would have a hard time sleeping too if you were in my shoes (the thunderstorm didn't help matters lol). I kept hearing strange noises and was just waiting for the moment when Norman Bates was going to jump out of my closet...

Enough about the creepy cabin...on a positive note I can add two new automotive skills to my expanding credentials. In the last 3 days I have had to get Jolly Jumper out of the mud, and change a tire. The tire happened when we were on the trail to the Batchawana (fortunately not while I was driving). Granted the other techs who had done it before did most of the work but i did learn a lot AND i got to tighten the bolts on the spare tire, all by myself :D.
Today we went to explore the Black River (sounds very ominous especially when you add the fact that there was a constant halo of fog surrounding us most of the day). On the way through one of the trails poor Jolly Jumper got stuck in the mud. Should have followed the sign that said to use trail at our own risk...oops! So we laid sticks and grass behind the wheels to help give more traction. After two tries my boss still couldn't get the car out. So then I got behind the steering wheel while the others were out front to push. On my FIRST attempt, I got our beloved car out of the mud!!! I am so proud of myself! So for anyone out there who thinks that I can't HANDLE my own truck (cough...you know who you are...COUGH) you are soooooo wrong! I am a rough-n-tough woodsgirl now, so take that!

That is it for me tonight! I don't have internet at the Bates Motel but I will be sure to update as soon as I can.

Sincerely,
your overly-heightened-sense-of-imagination-rough-n-tough Field Biologist