My alarm has been ringing since 5:15am. It’s now 6:00am and I am officially behind schedule. I swig my mouth with mouthwash, throw my hair in a clip, hastily slide on leggings and a t-shirt, and am out the door. Thankfully, I packed the sixteen 5-gallon buckets, waders, and purple beach cart in my car the night before. I’m headed to First Ave to collect 160 gallons of fresh seawater...