In the mid-nineties I volunteered to work at the Marine Mammal Center in Sausalito, California. The site was an old missile facility used during World War II converted to a rehab center for harbor seals, elephant seals and California sea lions. At any given time the facility housed 90 to 100 different marine mammals at all stages of rehabilitation.
To volunteer you had to attend a class, I will not deny that part of the reason for volunteering was about a girl, although I have always had a soft spot for animals. The class was held in a classroom at the center where they explained the various roles of volunteers. The choices were docent at Pier 39 or at the center, transportation, or rehabber from what I remember, of course I chose rehabber.
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