I will be water taxied into the park scheduled by the tides.
That said it will be a midnight run.
National Park offices.
At this point the park is only eight years in existence.
My ride awaits.
Midnight dusk.
My pilot graciously asked if I'd mind stopping so he could try bagging a seal.
The shot was successful as in a hit, but apparently, as in this case, the dead or wounded seal has as much odds of sinking before a successful retrieval.
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