– A succinct (yet unabridged and uncensored) commentary on the Cockpit Expedition for Golden Swallows, by Justin Proctor
“Why the hell didn’t I bring a change of pants on this trip?!” That was a reoccurring thought I had almost six or seven times each day while hiking through or around Jamaica’s Cockpit Country. After 6 months of off-and-on planning, I managed to dream up most of the Plan A, B, C, and D scenarios that would befall us and what gear we would need to combat/survive each of those adventures – yet, that second pair of pants just didn’t seem to hit my radar or the inside of my suitcase back in Ithaca. [We leave for the second expedition tomorrow and you can bet that I’m currently wearing TWO pairs of pants just to make sure an oversight like that doesn’t repeat itself]
So it turns out that Gary Graves was right when he said it gets hot in those limestone hills. It also turns out that Susan Koenig was just as right when she told me that you can’t just draw lines over satellite imagery of the Cockpit in a fun loop-de-loop pattern that would be ideal for hiking. And well, the rest of the people who told us to bring gloves to counteract stinging plants and razor-sharp karst; that even though it rained all the time that there was no potable water to be easily found; and that you won’t understand a damn word that anybody is saying to you – yep, they were all right too.
But life finds a way, and I think that looking back on what I see as a fairly quick, jam-packed assault on the Cockpit, we made some damn good orange juice out of the lemons we were given. Or maybe that was yam juice with a hint of rusty Nutella flaking off from the inner joints of my pocket knife. Either way, we gave it our best and left with a good taste in our mouths.
What an absolutely amazing opportunity this has been to connect my graduate thesis work on Hispaniolan Golden Swallows with the Jamaican subspecies that once pocketed the hills and glades of Cockpit Country. What a twist of good fortune that Gary Graves from the Smithsonian and I would share a common interest and be able to find a way to continue unraveling the mystery that surrounds this bird. And what total luck that I have had such great friends to accompany me in a search for something that may not even be out there.

THE TROOPS: (Left) Seth Inman. Historian, philosopher, rememberer of all things. Some say he’s a God amongst men. Others say he’s just a damn good guy. (Right) John Zeiger. Philanthropist, nurturer, rememberer of all things that somehow form a solid counter-argument to facts invented by Justin. Some say his socks could make Gods weep. Others say that he just has dirty feet.
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