Reflections
This alternative break trip taught senior Abigail Billing about production, fieldwork, client communication and U.S. history.
If there was one word to describe today, that word would be “greg.”
“Greg” is a name, not an adjective; however, after today, our group uses the word “greg” as a synonym for “magnificent,” or perhaps as a verb that means “to have enlightenment showered upon you (by a god).”
Today, the South Carolina Squad (SCWAD for short) drove three hours to begin our work at Congaree National Park. But first we had to stop at CookOut, home of the $1 hot dog. Memo had his first corn dog there, and Charlotte deemed it his “First Corn Dog Day.”
After that, we entered Congaree National Park, where we were “gregged.”
At the park, we came across a park ranger named Greg. Greg took us out back behind the park office and into the woods, where he showed us an array of fantastic beasts: lizards, spiders, raccoons — Greg had ‘em all. And he knew the names of each kind of reptile and insect that we passed, and told us all about Congaree’s floodplains and how the park is ravaged by feral hogs. We saw turtles and snakes. A lovely beetle flew into Andy’s face.
Then Greg disappeared as quickly as he appeared, so we left the park. But for the rest of the day, I could not shake that electric feeling I had since I had been gregged.
We came across a lot of wildlife that day, but the most important wildlife we found was Greg.
