June 4 out - Who also got sick, but did not get to sleep until about 3 am. due to my pathetic conditions, a wet, sandy sleeping bag and tons of flies. God damn, that night was one of the most miserable I've ever lived. June 5 - Things got better as the navy or DeFong or somebody decided that birdmen should eat just like anyone else (i.e. 3 meals/day and juice instead of ruskly bread and warm We get STEAKS and some juice !! In the morning we went out and banded 1570 Albatross - 60 and Armerman did 300 Layson, the rest of the day was spent finishing up survey, started earlier. I went back to the Tugs with Chris and Lux to get more juice and merely to take a shower since I smelled like a sweat boy. Whoo! That night I went out with Stadel to band bird returns Blue-footed Boobies. We banded 48 boobies and 83 returns - then helped the others band some Wedgies before turning in at 2 am. June 6 - Got up about 0900 and started to break camp - taking down tent, burying garbage and taking pictures. I closed 5 miserable, educational days on Laysan. Upon return to the Tugs, one of the rafts came afloat. Like an ass-hole, I jumped in after it with on our and swam out about 100 yds before I realized that the current was taking it faster than I could swim. I headed back to find DeFong behind me - gasping a little - we had to throw in a line to pull him out of the drive. Thank Odin and Zeus and the other jokers up there that no sharks were around. I'll never do an idiot stunt like that again. It may ruin my plans to beat Methuselah. Anyway, we are heading toward Layson and feather episodes in getting tired, parched by the sun, infested with frigate Nebulocid, bitten and chewed on by boobies, pedroced by flies, pooped on by boobies and scratched to death by Wedgies. Such is the life of a Birdman. We must live a tough, noisy life.