Nashua, N.H. 1965 March 10 Journal Jamaica Island We awoke this morning to the delightfully inspiring sound of enormous surf pounding upon the shore. We jumped out of bed, ran to the door and sure enough: there it was - enormous surf! The miserable wind has shifted back to the NE and is running about 25 mph. Even though the sea is calm on this side of the island there is a tremendous ground swell and this is really pounding on the shore. On the southwest end of the island there is at least a 25 foot wave breaking and leaving beautiful rosette tails as it races in. If the surf looks like this tomorrow we won't be going anywhere. The waves are breaking in the mouth of the channel and since there is no current whatsoever, the channel is literally one big mass of boiling water. This surf makes [illegible] make the rough stuff we hit on Bona look like a dead calm. Spent the better part of the day rooting around through Lepidurus for live tricho. By pulling up entire plants and then pounding them on a flat rock I managed to collect about 80 tricho in 3 hours of actual searching. Once placed in a jar and moistened the tricho become quite active. A short while ago several waves threw water up the beach to within 100 feet of the house. These waves are already coming up about 150 feet of the beach and it is still far from tide. The ships made the 1500 radio check and announced briefly that the boat would be in at 0700 to pick us up. Mom just laughed at them. We will wait until tomorrow morning