Long windy week in the Indian Ocean on atoll St. François, chasing fish fantasies on flats that span forever. Time also for hands and forearms to get a bit of rest and spa time to work out knots and scar tissue from the last several months of grind on the rock pile.
Deep in the middle of the Indian Ocean, St. François is bathed in clean oceanic blue water. Clean, sadly, except for all the plastic items that still find it's way onto the atoll from continental human masses far far away.
Made friends with some giant tortoises (now found only here and the Galapagos Islands) in their fight against extinction.
Expansive and windy, flew some drone experiments over the vast bonefish flats of St. François, taking off and landing on and near water, and collecting more data on radio signal attenuation due to water vapor (humidity) and vegetation.
With no internet or mobile links to the outside world, no news, no Masters, and plenty of time to reflect on the sequencing problems of the swing, simplify and integrate into the feel machine in preparation for return to practice sessions resuming next week.