By the time they returned to the lodge, Paul wanted nothing more than to crash onto the miserably lumpy mattress and sleep through to the following day. Because of his late-night shift on the wolf tracking expedition, he had not gotten sufficient sleep since his arrival. Fortunately, there would be no more tracking until the following afternoon.
There was no one in the lodge when Paul walked in. All of the other volunteers were either out shopping, hiking, or fishing. Shannon was up at the office using the antique pay phone. There was Wi-Fi at the lodge, but no decent phone signal.
Paul walked over to the freezer for some ice. Several mosquitoes had braved the repellant and drawn blood from both of his hands and up his arms. There were even some bites on his neck. Paul had discovered ice
