Sad day at the office.

We've had people leave the station before. But this time it was worse. This time it was really sad. This time I cried. This time we all cried. It was like saying goodbye to a brother or sister. It was saying goodbye to a friend.

Working at the field station in such close courters with so few people you really start to create bonds and friendships. You laugh together and share horror stories of that days field work. And when those people leave, when you see that big green van that we named "Bessie" drive down the long and winding gravel road, you know this time you won't see it return.

We may then be miles apart, countries apart, but we will always remember what we went through and will always remember the fun we had.