More good times in Surprise Valley

Seeds of Success has taken up most of my time this month. Although this season has been extremely dry, Matt and I have been able to collect 13 species so far. Most of our species have come from riparian areas where there is ample moisture for plants to produce an abundance of healthy seeds. Our favorite collection site is called Steven’s Camp and it has an adorable little cabin. This site is also swarming with American kestrels and other birds of prey.

Besides seed collecting we have been conducting rare plant surveys on project areas proposed for juniper reduction/habitat restoration. We have not found any but have come across suitable habitat for a few different species of concern. We are currently working on writing an Environmental Assessment for one of these juniper reduction projects. It has been a great opportunity to get familiar with the NEPA process and writing environmental documents, which is a crucial skill to have.

Another huge project in action is working on an Emergency Rehabilitation and Stabilization (ESR) plan for a fire that happened on our resource area. It was a 14,000 acre fire that we plan to rehab starting in October as long as we get the funding. I have been involved in developing seeding mixtures and looking at pricing. It has made me realize how important seeds of success is and having seeds available that are adapted to the area, especially because native seed prices are so expensive. It has given me an extra push to collect over 10,000 seeds whenever possible.

Highlights from July:

-The bear caught on the wildlife camera at one of our guzzlers. It’s quite rare for our project area.

-Visiting the Lutz farm. The Lutz’s are a couple that has been working with Seeds of Success collectors from our field office. They grow our seeds and do research projects. They will be providing us with 750 sagebrush seedlings to use for the ESR on the fire.

-Hiking in the Warner mountains.

-Chilling with the horses at Bitner Ranch.

Lost Bear looking for water.

Lost Bear looking for water.

My new friends.

My new friends.

Hawk on top of Stevens Camp cabin.

Hawk on top of Steven’s Camp cabin.

Hike to Patterson Lake in the Warner Mountains

Hike to Patterson Lake in the Warner Mountains

 

Bouncing, Bonding, Stuck

Back-roads on BLM land are the worst roads I have ever driven. Riddled with rocks (nay, boulders), slashed by streambeds, and marred by mud, they are an obstacle and an adventure everyday. 5 months of driving on these roads has taught me to be cautious, careful and to drive slowly. Really slowly. But, until last week, these Nevadan roads had not yet taught me how to unstick a truck from a muddy ditch.

The lesson began after a long day of fire monitoring. We were headed toward our second site (and the promise of dinnertime), up a mountain, around tight bends, over stones, when the front truck met her match. Sue, as we’ve taken to calling her, was stuck. A steep hill, a muddy road, and a deep ditch had proven too much for our trusty steed. After a bit of head-scratching, we hatched a plan. Before long we were grabbing supplies from the emergency kits, hauling rocks, digging out the tires, and building a ramp for Sue to climb out on. Then came the moment of truth. Two hands on the wheel and 14 on the tailgate, we shoved and steered Sue to safety.

An experience that could have been stressful or scary was edifying and enriching. We learned how to unstick a truck. And, more importantly, we learned that we could.

Whooping, my team got back to work.

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Rebecca

Carson City, NV

Time and plants

Hello,

I haven’t written here for a while, really sorry for the late post, but the more time you spend as a CLM Intern the more experience and original data you gather as a source for your stories. Hence, of course now I definitely have lots of information to share.

I can’t believe it’s already August here in Carson City. On one side there are lower temperatures, a little bit of rain, much more pleasant weather, however we realize that this amazing time is slowly moving towards its end. A few weeks ago I hit my midpoint with CLM when I tried to rethink and sum up a little what I’ve done/learned so far and what still needs to be improved and accomplished. I probably must say that this sort of thinking is very useful because it takes you outside your daily work and routine, reveals things which could be easily forgotten or not noticed at all, but are crucial at the same time.

Outside of that, even though we’ve familiarized ourselves with our duties and responsibilities pretty well, a nice thing is – weekend trips and new explorations never end. Thankfully to our “always hungry for adventures” team we always share with each other about our nature observations, but not only of course, from around places wherever we are. Last weekend we went for a delightful walk started on Carson Pass in the Sierras. Being in subalpine zone, where snow is still or already present, is very unusual and interesting for those who spend most of their time in sagebrush steppe. Of course botanists never tire especially being in such a beautiful place. We kept collecting unknown for Great Basin species of grasses and sedges till the very end of the trip. Just yesterday I checked out how well they have gotten preserved under a homemade plant press – not bad at all! And I think starting from the next week an identification process should be launched. Speaking about sedges, wetlands here in western Nevada are just amazing. Of course with a portion of weeds – no ways to get rid of them there so far, but those places are true oases within the typical arid vegetation. Moreover, collecting seeds at such places is a pure pleasure. Tons of seed everywhere, plus dedicated group of people bring a very good result in Seeds of Success program. We continue work here in a regular, pretty good pace having as a gift from the weather nice temperatures and way nicer work conditions. Will share with more experience as usual later…

Until next time,

Andrii

BLM, Carson City

ps: maybe someone knows the name of that guy on Epilobium flower?

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Saying goodbye to Lakeview, Oregon

Wow. This is it. My CLM internship is over. I can definitely say that this has been my favorite internship so far, for many reasons. Coming out here I didn’t know exactly what to expect. I knew that I would be working as a range tech for the BLM in a small town in the middle of nowhere in Oregon. I grew up in Salt Lake so I wasn’t worried about living out west or being in high desert, but all of the plants I knew how to identify were eastern plants. I knew nothing about sage brush or grasses, things I would be working with here. However, I knew this would be a good challenge. In the past four months I’ve learned how to identify at least 10 species of grass, about six species of shrubs, and countless wildflowers. I really impressed myself and I’m excited to head to a new area of the US and learn even more new plants.

For the first month here I spent a lot of time being trained out in the field with one of the range specialists or sitting at my desk studying a book on grasses. After a few weeks I was ready and raring to get out of my own. Finally I was given some tasks to do on my own. I became really good at looking at maps and the GPS and figuring where I needed to be. I also started paying attention to different landmarks, like Hart Mountain or Abert Rim, which helped me orient myself and know which way was north, etc. While out in the field alone I also ran into some struggles, such as opening difficult fences, flat tires, and getting stuck in the mud. Until I had a partner I had to get out of those tricky situations on my own, and that just gave me even more confidence in my abilities.

In the beginning of May another range tech started work. I was not happy about that because I had to train him, and I was so used to being out in the field by myself and doing my own thing. For a while I struggled with working with someone who needed a lot of direction and didn’t do things my way (even though he was doing them just fine. I’m just particular in that way). I soon realized that we would be stuck together for the rest of the summer because we were running out of utilization to do and were starting in on trend plots, which are easier to do with two people. Eventually I got a better attitude about everything and started having fun with my partner. He was a big help, especially when it came to tricky gates and taking out the UTV.

But enough blabbering on here. The point is, I learned so much this summer, made some really good friends (in and out of the office), and gained a lot of confidence. I’m so glad I got to work in Oregon because it is such a beautiful state, and I really enjoyed exploring it on the weekends. Some advice to future interns would be don’t get worked up over small things, learn as much as you can, make friends, and explore the area that you are living in. Because who knows when you’ll be there again.

Allyson
BLM, Lakeview, Oregon

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Big Bear Lake July-August

Woodland pinedrops (Pterospora andromedea), in flower in mid-July

Woodland pinedrops (Pterospora andromedea), in flower in mid-July

Ash-gray Indian paintbrush (Castilleja cinerea), federally threatened

Ash-gray Indian paintbrush (Castilleja cinerea), federally threatened

I’ve been surveying in the Santa Ana River Valley and along Sugarloaf Ridge, which is north of the valley.  Sugarloaf Mountain and the surrounding ridges contain extensive pebble plain habitat.  These open areas of clay soils are extremely harsh environments and are home to some unique plant species.  Rare species of the pebble plains include ash-gray Indian paintbrush (Castilleja cinerea, federally threatened), southern mountain buckwheat  (Eriogonum kennedyi var. austromontanum, federally threatened), Bear Valley sandwort (Eremogone ursina), and Parish’s rockcress (Boechera parishii, sensitive), among others.  As part of the same project, I’ve been working down in Barton Flats.  Barton Flats horkelia (Horkelia wilderae) is a species endemic to this area of the Santa Ana River Valley, where it grows in montane conifer and oak woodland, often in openings or partial sun. 

On August 31, we conducted night surveys for arroyo toad upstream of the Mojave Spillway.  Arroyo toads are endemic to southwestern CA and northern Baja, and inhabit perennial streams.  These nocturnal toads forage for insects at night and burrow themselves in sand during the day.    This lower part of Deep Creek is heavily used, and beaver, trout, and bullfrogs also occur in the stream.  All of these impact arroyo toad populations.

Interesting (plant) finds from last month include new populations of white adder’s-mouth orchid (Malaxis monophyllos var. brachypoda) in two different meadows on the forest, and a new location of Botrychium crenulatum, also in a meadow.  White adder’s-mouth orchid has an interesting distribution in North America; it’s primarily found in the Midwest and Canada, where it grows in swamp forests.  The only records in California are from the San Bernardino and San Jacinto Mountains.    

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Pinedale, Wyoming

I am starting my third month in Pinedale. It feels good that the wildlife seasonal and I have both gotten into a routine and can take control of our project each day. Most of the last month has been our Lynx habitat inventories, we only have 10 points left to review. It went by pretty fast and we have been a lot quicker with our assessments, horizontal cover readings, and navigation.  Navigating the two track roads on ridges, hills, and through oil and gas fields has been something to get used to but after the past few weeks I am a lot more confident. We haven’t had to retrace our steps in a while! Oh and mud…the daily rain has begun but I now am very capable of rescuing rigs that are stuck in the mud. I’m sure many other people have been experiencing the same thing. Life skills!

 

Navigating the faint two track

Navigating the faint two track

 

On our way to work through a maze of roads

On our way to work through a maze of roads

 

We still have Lynx data to complete but I am happy that I still get to go out and help with smaller assignments in between. On my list of upcoming projects we have a sage grouse catch up and radio collar, post burn aspen monitoring, amphibian surveys, signage and fence maintenance, grass height measurements (to account for amount of cover the sage grouse will have to nest in the spring) and a few other surveys that may go through. It has been great to get a lot of experience with a variety of techniques.

Post burn aspen monitoring

Post burn aspen monitoring

I was also lucky enough to hear about the Wyoming Wildlife Society conference in Sheridan this year and our office is allowing us to go. It will be a great networking experience with plenty of student and professional talks and exciting necropsy and habitat workshops. It is only a few weeks away and I am grateful to get to go and help with events and projects at the conference. Can’t wait!

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We also found out that some CBG interns who are working in Cheyenne will be coming to Pinedale for a week to get some more field experience. It will be fun to be the one showing people around and I met these interns at the workshop in Chicago so it will be awesome to meet up with them again!

I haven’t stopped exploring either. There are plenty of hikes and National Parks to visit and I’ve been taking advantage of it all!

Alaska Basin

Alaska Basin

Moose on hike out from "Alaska Basin"

Moose on hike out from “Alaska Basin”

Jackson Lake, Tetons

Jackson Lake, Tetons

Oh a hiking we will go!

Oh a hiking we will go!

That’s it for now, but I’m sure I’ll have plenty of adventures for next time!

Sydney

BLM, Pinedale, WY

tough but fun week!

Let me preface this post by mentioning how much I love working at Fort Ord and for the BLM. Watering the plants, finding horned lizards, managing the land — what could be better for a guy interested in restoration ecology?  I could tell you about all these things (and hope that you’re as into plants as I am), but instead I think I should tell you about an interesting and tough week that I recently had. I’m going to tell you how I got the water truck stuck in the sand…twice.

Tuesday. My mentor had to write a proposal, so I had to take the volunteers to El Toro Creek and water the willows that had been planted to restore and stabilize the banks. I was a little stressed out about managing and delegating tasks to six volunteers, but I had faith in myself (not to mention that the volunteers usually know what to do and get started right away).
I have to stop here for a minute and give a shout out to the great volunteers that make this work possible. The SCA volunteers, Jenny and Leslie; two summer interns, “Royal” and Stephan; another great long-time volunteer named Phil; and lastly Matthew, who is working with a grad student who researches the California Tiger Salamanders. What a great crew.
Alright, back to Tuesday. We all pile into the truck and get to El Toro Creek. I drive into a cleared area that is close to the creek’s edge, and we all get out and set up the pump and hoses. I start delegating jobs for the volunteers. Everything is going smoothly until we ran out of hose and needed to move the water truck, a seemingly simple task. So I step on the gas…and the truck doesn’t move. I try reversing…nothing. I try rocking it back and forth…nothing. I check out my options: stump on my right (could cause some damage to the truck) and the edge of the creek to the left (could possibly roll the truck down ten feet to the creek bed). I’m between a rock and a hard place…or a stump and a creek bed, I suppose. By this time, people have noticed my absence and find me, my stress level building, staring sheepishly at the situation I had gotten us into. Embarrassedly, I explain to the volunteers what had happened, and we finally decide that the best option is to reverse out. So I put it into 4×4 low (or so I thought), gun it in reverse, and…
Buried. I feel like everyone’s eyes are on me. Ugh. I call my mentor, Bruce, who assures me that “this stuff happens” and that he would find someone to come pull me out with the winch. In the mean time, the crew and I dig out the tires and put down logs, rocks, and bark. I try again, no luck. Bruce then informs me that I hadn’t, as I had previously thought, put the truck in 4×4. Could this really get any worse?! After locking the front tires and getting the truck into 4×4, we dig some more and I’m feeling a lot more optimistic. Lock the wheels, everything is in place, and…

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I bury the truck all the way up to the gas tank. I’m so stressed about the truck by this point that it takes me a while to notice the four volunteers watching my failed rescue attempts. I can only imagine how foolish I must look at this point.
We take lunch. I considered figuring out what the volunteers could do while I try to get the truck free, but I decide to relax and just eat instead. We all deserve a break. When lunch was over, Jennifer and Leslie recommend that they and Matthew take the other truck with a big bladder full of water and continue to water the willows. Great idea — why didn’t I think of that? Phil, Stephan, Royal and I once again dig out the tires and prep the truck to hopefully be driven out. By this time, I’ve attempted to get the truck out about six times and Kenny, the park ranger, had driven by during one of these failed attempts and noticed I was stuck. He promptly asks if I have tried rocking it back and forth. I had, but honestly my focus has been on not destroying the vehicle. I offer him the chance to be a hero and attempt to get the truck out for me. He seems hesitant, but he decides to try (against his better judgment I think). Starting slowly he reverses with little progress, drives forward and gains a little ground, then guns it forward running right over the stump with both the front and rear tires, somehow avoiding any damage. 

 

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The truck was finally free from the clutches of the El Toro Creek sand. What a day! Stay positive Manny,tomorrow is a new day. And Wednesday goes off without a hitch. Whew, I’m finally feeling better…until Thursday.
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Once again, I’m with the same crew (minus Matthew) and we’re going to water the willows further down stream than where we were Tuesday. I decide that we should make this the last job of the day (intuition, perhaps?). Okay,Tuesday had happened, but I wasn’t going to let one bad experience dictate my decision-making for the rest of my internship, right? On Wednesday, Bruce and I scoped out a nice terrace with what seemed like sturdy soil next to the creek, and this is where I park. Everything is going as planned. The truck was close to the creek, we watered a lot of willows, and I felt good about our success. Well, not that good because I decide that we will pack up and head back to the compound 30 minutes early, just in case anything went south. I start up the truck, the tires locked and the 4×4 on for reals this time, and I go for it. The top layer of soil breaks and it becomes like quick sand! I keep driving and slowly inching my way to the embankment (which is about 3 feet tall), but I soon realize that there is no way I’m making it up. I call it in, let the crew go home, and wait for Bruce to winch me out. But even the winch can’t get the truck up the embankment.
Two hours later, we too give up and head home. The next morning, however, we’re back at it. Leslie, Jennifer and I take a bunch of ply wood and 2×4’s and start digging and laying down the wood. After all the prep, I’m back in the hot seat. Pressure’s on and…
The truck is out. Imagine my excitement, perhaps matched only by the look of relief on Bruce’s face that we didn’t need to pay for a tow. Finally, a little bit of luck.
Until next time!
Manny

Hot hot heat and the summer monsoons

As the temperature continued its gradual rise in the Mojave desert, we entered into July and the Monsoon season began. Finally the rains poured and it was an amazing spectacle. Lightning crashed and thunder boomed, the streets roared with water, and 30 minutes later it was over. A few more storms had come and gone through our office but luckily we hadn’t been caught in any of the flash floods.

A storm system north of town.

A storm system north of town.

The summertime in the Mojave makes seed collecting difficult both for the heat and the lack of flowering plants. However the early monsoon season was a pleasant surprise as we wait for the ephemeral post-rain annuals to pop-up in August and September.

The sky after the monsoon had passed.

The sky after the monsoon had passed.

One nice break from the heat was an education program we had put together. The Needles public library hosts a summer reading program for children and Steve and I were given the privilege to create a presentation. We chose Animals of the Mojave: Past and Present. We talked about the extinct Shasta ground sloth and prehistoric horses, rattlesnakes, scorpions and mountain lions. We had the kids attention, especially with all the skulls we had brought, but what really got them excited was Lipton, the baby desert tortoise. The kids had fun, we had fun, the parents had fun, and everyone learned some more about the desert wildlife.

The house and visitors center at Mitchell Caverns

The house and visitors center at Mitchell Caverns

One week I had talked to Chris, the NPS liaison in our office about Mitchell Caverns, a cave which had been closed to the public for years. She had put me in contact with a guy looking over the property and he invited me out to help with a vegetation survey in a nearby canyon for exchange of a tour of the “closed” park. In the surrounding area there are badgers, bighorn sheep, and gila monsters and within the cavern there are ringtails and a type of Niptus beetle found nowhere else in the world. Aside from the caverns, there are 4 houses standing that were built by hand in the 1930’s  by Jack Mitchell, and the walls contain volcanic rock, petrified wood, and even petroglyphs (wrong, yes, but pretty amazing). I had a tour of the caverns and watched an outstanding sunset from high up in the Providence Mountains while hanging with Chica, the adopted ranch dog. Not a bad way to spend a Saturday.

Snakes are also quite fond of the temperature in the cavern.

Snakes are also quite fond of the temperature in the cavern.

 

 

Chica hanging out looking for lovin.

Chica hanging out looking for lovin.

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More Plants. More Dirt.

So, we meet again. Drawn together by the mutual attraction of plant propagation and the desire to rob plants of their reproductive organs and store them in a warehouse…

Still chipping away at a target species list for seed collection/propagation for the ol’ Taos Plateau.  It’s quite an assignment. I’ve been consulting with local specialists, reviewing literature, and consulting again. The challenge is answering how many should be collected, and of that collection, how many should actually be grown out. Some of these are greater fundamental conundrums beyond my pay grade. At least the ordering is done and I am freed from requisition forms! The next step, which is a rather large one, is to develop a management plan for the growth facility, the Rael property. This will entail several weed treatments, some minor construction, and most likely tree thinning and pruning. Selfishly, I want to release a small herd of goats on the field and then have a luau when they’ve eaten all they can. If you haven’t had roast goat, you’re missing out.

The monsoons have brought some much needed moisture back to the Taos field office. This also presents some unique driving situations. Driving down a wet bladed road is akin to driving on sheet ice. You will slide down into the bar ditches. You will probably need to call someone to come get you out. I’m thinking of implementing a baked goods rule for every time you get hauled out of a ditch. The day following a ditch incident there should be a mandatory dispensing of doughnuts to the entire office. Shame doughnuts. Getting stuck happens, but I think enough shame doughnuts will impart discretion in which roads to go down on a rainy day. For the record, I’ve avoided self-disdain and shame doughnuts.

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Lately, I’ve been assisting with the AIM crews. I was a crew lead for AIM for nearly three years before I took this position so I have graced them with my field expertise (*cough). On one plot in particular, I found a pottery shard along a transect. I’ve found arrowheads in the field but never a pottery shard. For those who don’t know, New Mexico is one of the longest continually inhabited areas in the country. Euro-American presence goes back around 500 years, whereas most other areas of the west are around only 200. And going further, Ameri-Indians have been here for eons before that. This particular plot was at the juncture of several major historic eras where there has been consistent human habitation from multiple time periods. There were also petroglyphs adjacent to the plot dating back a few thousand years and signs of the inevitable conquest of the railroad in the west (which historically ran about a half mile from the plot and north to Santa Fe) memorialized by an antique railcar. I garnered some of this information from the ranch manager, who was a Kiwi and had just returned from wrangling a rogue bison named Hercules. It was like a Hitchcock film. The intersection of time and space illustrated by the petroglyphs, the railroad, a Kiwi, the shard, and Hercules. I’m pretty sure there were crows circling.IMG_1095[1]

 

There’s not much else to report. Working on the management plan, tackling an environmental assessment (EA), and finding time to plan a campground reclamation. The proverbial train is gradually gaining speed. Sooo…. Until next month.

 

More plants. More dirt.

 

-JD

 

Summer work in Kemmerer, Wyoming

My time over the last month here in Kemmerer, Wyoming has been spent on various range projects. I have had the opportunity to measure green line stubble heights as an indication of livestock rotations, maintained fence for a wildlife habitat refuge, implemented step point intercepts in an attempt to gather hard quantitative data for permit renewals, analyzed utilization on areas previously grazed this growing season, and experienced the most rain Wyoming has ever seen.