I couldn’t fall back asleep after my brief vigil last night, so I decided to make the most of the wee hours. I put on chest waders over my pajamas and ventured onto the flooded trail. As I waded through thigh deep water, windblown waves broke against my waist. The air temperature was in the mid-40s and the water temperature felt even cooler. Wading through floodwaters in the dark may seem like a bad idea, and in general, it is. However, in this instance, I had reason to believe that it was actually going to turn out to be a good idea. I learned from past floods that the boardwalk is easier to reassemble before the water recedes while the wooden sections are still floating. Far easier than lifting the deadweight. Even heavy logs can be pushed aside with relative ease. By light of my headlamp, I collected sections of the boardwalk that had been scattered by the flood. In a couple of hours, I managed to stitch together one boardwalk and retrieve pieces of another. Overall, a successful mission. Surprisingly, after splashing around in the mud and muck, I returned to the lighthouse relatively dry. Just a spot of dampness from a pinhole leak in the crotch of the waders. Now, at day-break, I am weary from all the late night mucking and ready for a bit of sleep before the workday begins in earnest.