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TULLY
I SAT IN MY OLD JEEP WRANGLER, WAITING FOR THE PLANE FROM DARWIN TO
come in. Jabiru Airport was no more than a one-building low-key airport,
smack bang right in the middle of Kakadu National Park in the Top End of
the Northern Territory.
It wasn’t a thriving metropolis, lemme put it that way.
The brick terminal building was better than the tin shed it used to be, but
still. Heathrow, this place was not.
Jabiru itself had a grand population of around one thousand people. Well,
that many in the dry season, less in the wet season. The climate up here did
funny things to folks, and most packed up and went south for a few months,
before the heat and humidity and torrential rain set in.
That was when I got here.
Because with that heat and humidity came summer storms. Brutal, fierce,
electrical storms that rolled in almost every afternoon, dumping monsoonal
downpours, and setting the skies on fire with lightning.
Which was why I was waiting at Jabiru Airport.
A guy was coming up from the Bureau of Meteorology in Melbourne.
Staying for a week or two to study lightning. Well, he’d already studied it; he
had some doctorate or some other fancy title. Well, he had Atmospheric
Sciences and Meteorology after his name, followed by a whole bunch of
letters. He was coming all this way to observe it. To run some fancy tests, or
some scholarly thing I didn’t understand.
Apparently, he’d put some feelers out in the Darwin scholarly
meteorology circles about wanting to spend a week in the wilds of Kakadu
National Park studying and observing all he could. I was surprised he didn’t
get laughed at, but someone mentioned me—a non-scholarly type who spent
weeks chasing electrical storms—and a few phone calls later, he’d tracked
me down.
I’d told him I wasn’t like those university dicks. I just spent my summers
chasing storms because it was fun and because I could. I explained it
involved camping out in Kakadu National Park. That there was some hiking
involved. That it would just be me and him in the middle of nowhere, and
there would be a possibility that we saw no other human beings for his entire
stay.
He said that was fine.
He’d offered me some ridiculous payment, some government study grant,
and I told him to donate it to the Kakadu National Park. He did exactly that,
and I was all out of excuses.
So, despite my best efforts to convince him otherwise, he was getting in
today.
Doctor Jeremiah Overton.
With that name, he had to be eighty. I’d not spoken to him on the phone,
only via email with his fancy doctorate signature, but even the way he wrote
was very formal. Or maybe that was just the way super smart scientists wrote
requests from their fancy science websites.
I had no clue.
But I was about to find out.
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