May 18: Utö – clouds
After lunch the clouds started to roll in.
The sky is blue — where's the sunlight? (Note how the blue of the sky washes out the yellow of the hostel when unwarmed by sunlight.)
We went on a tour of the pilot station. The way up to it is covered with chain-link mesh to Prevent Those Approaching From Being Hit By Objects Falling From The Towers.
An upper level of the pilot station has a sweet deck with a sweet view.
At my present longitude (eastern US), 59°N is up in the Ungava Peninsula. How about THAT.
The tower sitting on the pilot station.
The freestanding tower: the longer you look, the more attachments you find perched on its edges.
And now for some tower-filtered village views.
And to the north.
And to the south.
The room next to the deck.
The big smooth rock along the southern shore. Can you spot the shipwreck?
There seem to suddenly be MORE towers than before. I like the accreted look of the pilot station that is clearest from this direction.
Some more vivid beetles! What u up 2 ??
A semi-secret path and stair up the hill near the eastern end of the village, I think.
We were challenged to a football match with the schoolchildren. Not a shin was left unbruised.*
Brutal!† (*†not really.)
The placement of the first bench.