Returning to the States after a couple
of weeks on the cayes required a lot of planning. On one of our trips returning
from Dangriga, we took a short flight on a small Belizian airlines back to Belize City. The
pilots were on the young side, and it was unclear whether these small planes
were flying by sight or guided by navigational instruments. Midway, while going
in and out of clouds, the plane swerved suddenly to the right. We looked out
our window to see another similar aircraft about 50 m away from us making a
similar evasive move.
After that “adventure” we decided to go
by car or truck. Local Dangriga guys had a larger truck to transport tourists’
gear to Belize City. Once, they took Mat Wooller early in the morning up to the
Belize airport, while the rest of flew. Apparently, as soon as they were
underway, a bottle of local moonshine was cracked open and passed around. Mat,
not wanting to be aloof, took a sip or two, later reporting that this was the
foulest drink he’d ever consumed. Part of the highway had been washed out
during a storm. While driving on this rough section of road, the truck--now
traveling at a high rate of speed--hit a bump, and half our gear and samples
flew out of the truck onto the road. By this time, the driver was too impaired
to make sure everything was loaded back in. Mat saw that everything made it
back in the truck, fortunately. He never wanted to get stuck with that chore
again.
When we arrived at Miami International
Airport, we reported to Customs officials and the USDA to declare our
specimens. Fortunately, because they were all marine plants and sediments--not
crop plants or soils--the US Dept. of Agriculture was not concerned. Only once
did Customs officials question us seriously. We had to convince them that our
computers, small instruments, and chemicals were purchased in the United
States, rather than Belize. Being an older woman, I used my persuasive skills
to get Customs folks to back off and let us into the country.
Thorny Collaborations
This research started innocently and
optimistically, but soon moved into a complex realm that challenged in the
field, in interpretation, and in the laboratory. While I developed a
collaborative team with many people for the Biocomplexity project, I also had
one of the more contentious collaborations with Feller, McKee, and Lovelock.
Early on in the project, when we told Feller and Lovelock our surprising
results about the isotope values from grid samples, they were not impressed. In fact, Candy
remarked, “That’s nothing. We’ve seen that before.” Postdocs Wooller and
Smallwood felt deflated. And I was surprised at the reception they’d
received. I was under the impression that we’d found something exciting. This
was the start of a period of distrust on both sides.
Myrna Jabobson doing chemistry, Carrie Bow, 2002 |
Conversely,
the work I did with Wooller, Quinn Roberts, and Val Brenneis (a high school
teacher who worked part time in the lab) from Carnegie with Myrna Jacobson,
Barbara Smallwood, and Isabel Romero from USC, and John Cheeseman from Illinois
was some of my most fun and productive research. When Mat moved to Alaska, he
brought down his some of his students, Greta Mycherchin, Natalie Monacci, and
Stephanie Gudeman. We had uproarious times in the field.
I loved starting a new line of research
into a field that I knew very little about before diving into it with only
limited knowledge. Invariably, the quest for knowledge became a fascinating
scientific journey, made more fun and interesting working with early career
scientists and new collaborators.
Together we could see what very small additions of nutrients from
fertilizers can have on mangrove ecosystems which had the potential to change
food webs and perhaps how these ecosystems will adapt to higher sea levels and
climate changes.
Working with like-minded people who
foster creativity and curiosity is essential for sustaining a long scientific
career. The study of mangrove ecology and paleoecology turned into a 10 year
course of study. I still have volumes of unpublished data that need to be
turned into scientific manuscripts, a chore that I hope to make progress on
once I’m officially retired.
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