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BLACK SEA 1999 From: Katy Croff Hello all, Well, sadly enough this will be my final correspondence with you all. The past few days have, as usual, been filled with great excitement. I was given charge of the Saros, the biggest boat of our fleet. We renamed it "The Love Boat" because of the uniform-clad crew and the fact that it has REAL toilets. If you know anything about Turkish toilets, you'll know that this is a real treat. In any case, my team and I were working on bathymetric surveys, searching for possible "coves" near what is believed to be the "coastline." We had some good days of data collecting, after I mastered the art of telling the Turkish crew where exactly I wanted to go and how fast. I am now fluent in Turkish numbers and North, South, East and West. On the other boats, dredging has begun. They are looking for objects that would have appeared on an ancient "coastline" so that they can put a date on when this great flood occurred. Shells, rocks, and pinecones have been brought up. No empty beer cans or ancient sunscreen bottles yet.
So the search is on for civilization on the bottom of the beautiful briny Black Sea. With less than a week left, and troops slowly leaving, efforts have intensified, with some boats even going out throughout the night so as to abate the bad weather. I had a fantastic time working with such prestigious people as Bob, David, Fred, and, well, the list goes on and on and I won't bore you any longer. Bravo-Yankee. Bravo-Yankee. Katy
Oh yes, this has nothing to do with the project but it's funny anyhow... a friend of mine asked me about Turkish chickens and lo and behold we found someone standing on the side of the road with a box of baby chicks that had been dyed bright pink, purple, green, and yellow. They looked like those marshmallow Peeps.
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