Pair of turtles in the shallows
The month went by quickly, the barge was safely buried in a lined tomb, and I flew back home, vowing to find a way to come back. The Phoenix Corporation had worked a deal with the Fish and Wildlife Service to run a small ecotourism program. While I was there, groups of "volunteers", mostly older women, birder types, would pay $5000 a week to sleep in the Navy barracks, eat three squares in the mess hall, and pull weeds, count birds, or do other tasks. Aloha Air started flying the 737 once a week with supplies and a new group. I quickly fell apart though with Phoenix claiming too many restrictions from the Fish and Widlife Service, the pulled out. The research station remained active for a while after (see emily1322 's profile, she worked there at the very end of the program), but with no one to operate the infrastructure, the island was eventually abandoned, other than a small group of researchers.
A hermit crab the size of your fist on sugar-like sand
It's hard to get news from the island now, even my best contacts don't know anything. A little while back, the government contracted a firm to try running the island again, but it didn't go too well. The low bid was from a disabled-vetran-woman-owned special status native Alaskan firm without that kind of experience. They tried filling the big jet fuel tank from a ship, left the wrong valve open, and instead filled the sandy island with thousands of gallons of jet fuel. What a disaster! Last I heard, they were trying to find ways to pull all of the fuel out of the soil, and they island was a big mess. I'm still always working on finding a way to return to my beloved Midway, but haven't had any leads lately.