Returning to what passes as normal, granting that I am still working on a book thing, moving pigeons around, preparing for trustees meeting for the Sevilleta, taking up the falcon, writiing a new Neuroblog post, and more of the usual clutter. But at least a little blogging will resume.
First, a few images from last week: Deep Springs College, most unique and remote (4 1/2 hours on good roads from Las Vegas, 30- plus miles from the nearest bar!) small college/ cattle ranch in the nation, where Niki is now working, and a few by Jack of our visit to the grove of bristlecone pines nearby, where I was pleased to find out I can still hike up and down and walk around sans cane at over 10,000 feet– maybe I will yet hunt chukar out there. Only thing we missed was Deep Spring’s endemic toad— the road, in this driest of dry valleys, was flooded, and a hike 2 miles down and back up with Jack carrying Eli in a broken pack did not seem like a bright idea…
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| The Valley |
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| Blocked road to toads |
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| The toad itself |
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| Me contemplating bristlecone, and… |
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| … hiking down the trail below, with Eli running in pursuit (last two by Jackson Frishman). |
If you go after chukar don't forget the mountain quail