Hi All,

After a slow start to our seed collecting season, we are off at a sprint.  We have spent quite a bit of time out in the West Desert for our initial seed collecting.  Our recent excursions into the mountains have resulted in 10 possible collections and a wonderful escape from the heat.  And I must mention it was absolutely breathtaking!! While out collecting seed and hiking around looking for plants of interest, I am often struck by the realization that many people never get to have a job like this: driving around, hiking, exploring Utah’s natural areas, and botanizing.  Plus we’re getting paid for this, which so mind-blowing 🙂

Learning to recognize common native plants has been awesome.  I have come to enjoy trying to key out plants with the help of my fellow intern who, thankfully, was a botany major.  Coming up with a name for a species I don’t know is always so satisfying (especially when it’s one we can collect). I am definitely looking forward to our return trips to the mountains to collect more seed!!

Cassie Heredia

BLM

Richfield, Utah

Boulder Mountain looking east

Geum triflorum: Old man’s whiskers

Cook Lake, Boulder Mtns

The end of June was peaceful and beautiful. I celebrated the summer solstice with a gorgeous view!

~Happy Solstice~

This month has so far been a whirlwind – I am out doing field work in the back country pretty much every day of work this month. Two weeks ago I went on a backpacking excursion on a nearby trail to survey for invasive plants. I mapped invasive species that I observed on the trail (which were mostly dandelions), while singing a lot of middle school throwbacks with my field partner to keep the bears away (There might have been some R. Kelly and Dixie Chicks in the mix). Along the trail I saw some pretty cool plants, including this super beautiful orchid, Cypripedium passerinum, otherwise known as Sparrow-egg lady’s-slipper.

Cypripedium passerinum

Last week, along with my fellow CLM intern, Jacob, I traveled to a different branch within the Wrangell-St. Elias park to a town called McCarthy. For the Fourth of July, we set up a booth in the town center. Our objective was to increase awareness of invasive species and educate people about specific plants that they should watch out for. It was a super positive experience – people were genuinely interested in learning about invasive species. We had a lot of people come up to us asking about plants on their property or garden. I met a lot of fascinating people from all over the world (who knew McCarthy, AK was such a destination for July 4th??) including the U.K. and Austria! There was even a parade that came through town, as well as a rather intense egg toss competition, which I participated in, but sadly, did not win.

Our booth on Fourth of July!

The rest of last week consisted of surveying for Elodea spp. Elodea is an invasive aquatic plant that our team has been monitoring in bodies of water throughout the park. Jacob and I traveled to 3 different lakes on our way back from McCarthy. At each lake we used a double headed rake attached to a line which we tossed into the water and ran along the bottom of the lake, which is where the Elodea has been known to grow. Additionally, we took eDNA samples, as well as collected specimens to identify and keep for park records. We didn’t find any Elodea (yay!) but found some cool specimens, including a pond lily, Nuphar lutea.

Girl vs. Chara: pulling up Chara spp. from a lake survey at Strelna Lake.

View of Silver Lake, featuring Nuphar lutea. Photo by Jacob Dekraai

I am looking forward to the trips we have planned for the rest of this month. We are sure to keep busy! The work never stops in the war against invasive plants!

-Natalie

If in my last post spring was swinging to summer; yesterday served as a ready iron gate sending spring clanging shut into summer.

Yesterday was a concurrent summer solstice and full moon: from what I am told it is known as a Strawberry Moon and the last was in the summer of 1967 — the summer of love. And I’m of the kind that feels we could use another summer of love. So here’s to a summer of compassion, gratitude, kindness, transparency and: love.

In the words of the great poet Kahil Gibran:

You work that you may keep pace with the earth and the soul of the earth.

For to be idle is to become a stranger unto the seasons,

and step out of life’s procession, that marches in majesty and proud submission towards the infinite.

When you work you are a flute through whose heart the whispering hours turn to music…

Calochortus vestae — note the incredible “double arch” nectary (Look just below the giant black petal spot for a hairy looking line). Also notice the liquid in the cup of this lovely lily. When I saw this I thought it was nectar — so without thinking I slurped it out! Turns out it was fresh rain… You can imagine my glee.

We begin today by yielding to the difficulty of the chronicler — so much has occurred in the last month! I am full of respect for those that narrate the events unfolding before and within them — CLM Interns, mentors, scientists, naturalists, poets…!

Routing a trail through the life of this CLM intern over the past few weeks is one with all the necessary rocks, twists, turns, uphills, downhills and stunning vistas.

The work of a steward runs and flows on brilliantly, like a headwaters rivulet. Through this work we are afforded tiny glimpses of what we previously did not know or did not know was possible. This is called discovery. When the shrouds drop suddenly and we sense what was previously senseless, this is one of the great joys of the naturalist, steward and CLM intern.

The last month on the North Coast has yielded so many of these unveilings, beginning with a trip to botanize and better understand a little known Arcata BLM property with the fantastic mentor and botanist, Jennifer Wheeler. The important thing here is that this area was reported to us as a “moonscape,” which is a very suggestive and tantalizing prospect to a botanist, invoking dreams of new and unique edaphic endemics (plants that only grow on unique and harsh soils). The short is that it was an incredible day, but the “moonscape” was more likely due to slope aspect and very thin soils rather than ultramafic or otherwise unique soil. A few photos of our discoveries:

Allium falcifolium and the plants that enjoy abundance on the moon!

In a field of Mimulus kellogii, this individual showed a unique and wonderful corolla color mutation. I have NEVER seen this before!

Another very, very new plant for me: Cacaliopsis nardosmia: Silver-crown (Asteraceae).

The next exploration expedition I had the privilege of botanizing was out to a large BLM property Travis Ranch, where Jennifer and I monitored grazing leases and had the opportunity to make a few discoveries (along with the rest of the field office):

A genus I have a very special place in my heart for: Clarkia. Clarkia purpurea subsp. viminea (Wine-cup Clarkia).

The very next day I was out in the King Range, my field offices’ most contiguous and best known diamond of discovery. We walked a trail that may some day be official, and Jennifer and I kept our noses to the ground in what can be a rather repetitious habitat type for a botanist — Mixed evergreen forest. We delighted in several of the fantastical mycotrophs — plants that parasitize fungi in order to gain the nutrients they need. These plants are highly ephemeral so it is a real treat to find several of them!

Monotropa hypopytis – Pine Sap. No chlorophyll no problems!

Corallorhiza maculata, Spotted Coralroot (Orchidaceae).

Pleuricospora fimbriolata – Fringed Pinesap

I was back in the King Range the very next week for a 4 day/3 night backpacking trip on the Lost Coast with BLM Partner and local conservation supergroup — Mattole Resoration Council. We set off to remove non-native and invasive species in the backcountry, and I gratefully left my camera at home. I spent my 23rd birthday beside the Pacific, camped amongst the driftwood on the beach — enjoying the joining place of mountains, Big Creek and Pacific Ocean.

I was at the office after this trip for a short and high octane week of work on my Seeds of Success collection targets and then was off to the CLM workshop in Chicago!

The CLM workshop and training was a nutritive whirlwind and truly special experience. The farthest East I have ever been — seeing the Rocky Mountains for the first time from 37,000 feet — recognizing the beauty of the Midwest, juxtaposed by the fragmentation and lack of wild lands in that part of the country — seeing plainly my unique connection to California and the importance of place-based connection inherent in the CLM program. And this is all superseded by the learning, networking and engagement of the week. I am truly honored to be one small part of the CLM internship program.

Chicago Botanic Garden.

Restored Midwestern Forest. The garden is largely restored native habitats. Also shown is the adept Alaskan intern Jacob Dekraai.

The prevailing wind of these anecdotes is one of discovery — not just for the sake of joy (although a significant side effect), but in the vein of stewardship, cherishing, and comprehension. Without these three aspects we cannot hope to effectively manage the lands we are responsible for. Only with our feet firmly on the ground, our hundreds of senses open, and our minds hungry to connect the seemingly scattered can we give the land that lends so much to us what it deserves. Simple personal discovery is deeply rooted in this process, and it is the process and prowess of the naturalist. I should clarify by saying that almost everything can be ruled a discovery in my usage of this term, especially your meeting with a previously unrecognized organism and fellow member of our collective earth-bivouacking. Even a new day is a discovery — who can know with questionless certainty that it will come again? When we gather the ripening fruits of discovery from all around us, at every possible opportunity, we rise into the light of the lands around us.

Coming on down in the next month!? Continued Seeds of Success collecting, climate adaptation surveys on the coastal dunes, plant lists, herbarium work and mountain time on the weekends!

Kaleb Goff

Arcata BLM Field Office, Arcata, California.

We are still working on our amphibian habitat assessment project for our mentor, recently surveying excellent wetland habitat : natural streams, rivers and marshes. We have yet to find another toad since the first one spotted, but we have found many other forms of life — uncovering what hides underneath the willow thickets one site at a time.

There is an extraordinary abundance of wildflowers in sagebrush country — you will be able to identify many new families and species by the time your internship is over. I never appreciated botany in the way that I do now.

When I first arrived, one of the administrative staff members told me that there were moose everywhere, and that I was sure to see one soon.

Well, two months later, today I finally saw my first moose …

For the record, many of my co-workers have spotted moose (alive and well). I think I am just not doing something right.

Cresting horizons

Powering the world over

Clockwork of nature

Ocean of Sagebrush

Long days spent searching for nests

Scour for ticks, sleep easy

Flying to Chitown

Humidity gone unmissed

New faces, fun times

Teaching youth science

Maps and orienteering

Sick a day later

ArcGIS work

One monitor, slow progress

Plenty of work left.

We have moved on from revisiting rare plant sites to check on rare plant populations to revisiting rare plant sites to collect data on woody tree and shrub cover! This is part of the project that will help me earn my M.S. from the internship-based Master’s program at Northwestern University and the Chicago Botanic Garden. My project is looking at the tree and shrub cover at Fritillaria gentneri (FRGE) sites and what plant associations make for the best FRGE habitats. It will also compare data collected in the field for tree and shrub cover to cover data collected using remote sensing.

This project also means that we are going back to many FRGE sites that we had previously visited during the internship. This seems like a silly concept at first, but it is definitely necessary. While we no longer can see the beautiful Gentner’s lillies, the trees and shrubs are still around to collect data on.

While working on this project, Lillie and I have enjoyed getting the chance to work a lot more with ArcGIS for gathering and analyzing data. We have also had to search through large cabinets filled with files for rare plant site forms with some of the necessary cover data, which we have enjoyed slightly less. The cover data is starting to come together from several sources, and it is exciting to see the progress that we have made.

In the field, the changes from the beginning of my internship to now are very noticeable. The air is hot and dry. Many plants have passed and the environment in many places appears a dead shade of brown. But there is still much beauty to be found.

The rare Calochortus greenei in a sea of Medusahead grass

Cirsium occidentale

Chocolate tube slime mold! Stemonitis sp.

Monardella villosa var. villosa (Coyote mint)

Lillie and I have gone on more adventures on our time off, and most recently we hiked up to and camped at the Devil’s Punchbowl in Northern California. The hike was very challenging with our heavy packs, but the views at the Punchbowl and along the way made it more than worth it! Definitely one of the most beautiful places I’ve been able to swim at. And of course we played many games of Scrabble.

The Devil’s Punchbowl

Lillie powering up the slope by the Punchbowl’s little brother

It’s a sad inevitability that this internship is coming to an end much sooner than I’d like it to. I’m happy that I still have a few more weeks to enjoy living in Oregon.

Kiki, Grants Pass Interagency Office

Elkhart Park Trailhead is easily accessed off the top of Skyline Drive, a completely paved road leading to a multitude of hikes into the Wind River Range.

This one is an out – and – back hike — about 10 miles roundtrip. On the way there is a steady yet relaxed incline, making the way back feel like a nice stroll through the woods.

If you’re in the mood for a good dose of wilderness and solitude that is more than doable in one day, with fantastic views and unique flora and fauna, then I would highly recommend this hike.

I came to the trailhead a bit later than usual, around 1 PM, with no expectations other than to find a nice place to camp out for the night. I was pleasantly surprised.

Park at the Elkhart Park Trailhead lot. There will be a sign directing you to the “Poles Creek Trail” — take that one.

The first few miles is heavily trafficked; be prepared to come across other humans, dogs and horses for the first 2-3 miles.

You will pass through a series of mature spruce-pine forests and open meadows, blanketed with lush green vegetation and beautiful wildflowers. Keep an ear out for American Three-toed Woodpeckers and warblers in the forests.

Follow signs for Pole’s Creek Lakes, Photographer’s Point and/or Eklund Lake.

4.5 miles in, you will reach what is called “Photographer’s Point” (for good reason). You can’t miss it — there will be a steeper incline up to the rock outcrops where you will approach expansive views of the Wind River Range. I recommend staying here for a while, a great place to enjoy that apple or granola bar you brought along for a snack.

From here, the trail will continue on down a bit through a mix of forested swampy areas. I think it is only fair to mention that the mosquitos could be bothersome depending on when you go — I recommend wearing long pants and a breathable long-sleeve shirt.

About a quarter of a mile past Photographer’s Point, you will come to a large open field with two small lakes on either side of the trail. Continue straight. (There is also another lake further to your right that you can overlook just a few hundred steps away).

Shortly after you head back into the woods, another sign will point you to Pole’s Creek Lakes and you will veer to the right toward the lake. I decided to stop at this point as it gave me plenty of time to set up camp, collect wood for the night, and explore the surrounding area. You could make this a turn-around point, or, if you wanted to continue on, this trail will lead you to the popular destination, Seneca Lake.

There are many small campsites off the trail (between 200-500 feet) that already have stone pits set up for a warming campfire.

If you are planning on camping/hiking out here often, make sure to have a sleeping bag rated at 20 degrees, or a sleeping system that will keep you warm and toasty when it often drops to freezing (or slightly above) at night. For this outing, I brought my 40-degree sleeping bag, a sleeping pad and one-person bivy, as well as warm base layers. Next to a fire, I was not shivering, and plenty warm to make it through the chill of the night. However, I was quite restless most of the night and wished I had a warmer sleeping bag or an extra liner.

This was my first time using this bivy, and I have to say that I really enjoyed it. My favorite quality is the plastic window and screened ventilation. With just the screen over my head, I stayed up for hours watching the night sky — I have never seen so many stars in my entire life. Looking up, I forgot that I was cold at all (or paranoid of bears). It is a moment that empties you of any thoughts or worries and fills you with simple, beautiful awe.

I was fortunate to not encounter any rain or storms during my stay. Once the sun fell,  I was a bit stunned by the near complete silence that surrounded me. You could hear a bundle of pine needles float to the forest floor. No chorus of insects or frogs, no wind — only the still of absence of sound.

Wake up with the birds, and head back over to Photographer’s Point for the sunrise. Enjoy the rest of your hike down in the tranquility of the morning.

Happy Trails!

I’m guessing since this internship is through the Chicago Botanical Gardens not many of you are avid OPB (Oregon Public Broadcasting, Oregon’s NPR station) listeners. If I’m correct this is very unfortunate for you 1. because OPB is great and 2. because you missed the recent segment on planting wocus – a segment that not only included bright orange sunglasses but also the carefully prepared and executed wocus dance.

The wocus, otherwise known as the Rocky Mountain Pond Lily, is a water plant that was once extremely prevalent in the Klamath Basin but is now much less common. ‘Wocus’ as the Native Americans called the plant has been used by the tribes in the area for many generations. A group of employees from US Fish and Wildlife, The Nature Conservancy, and the Klamath Tribes have been working to re-introduce wocus to a property owned by the Nature Conservancy that has recently been returned to its historical state as a marsh (another cool story that involves lots of explosives).

I have to admit that I was not part of this re-introduction effort nor was able to wear orange sunglasses or do the wocus dance, so you may wonder why I just told you all of this. After the wocus re-introduction project was complete there were still 9 plants remaining, so the other intern in the office and I took the opportunity to commandeer the seedlings and use them in one of our fish rearing projects. We are raising suckers in two ponds that are essentially like giant bath tubs – relatively shallow and extremely exposed with no vegetation.

While we could have used the method of stapling the wocus to the bottom of the pond, we decided to instead experiment with growing wocus in water that is too deep to plant them. In order to provide cover for the juvenile fish to escape predation and also as an experiment in transplanting wocus, we designed a system to hang wocus from buoys anchored in the middle of the ponds. The idea of growing wocus in coconut fiber baskets came from work on wocus by Dr. Jherime Kellermann, a professor at Oregon Institute of Technology.

We moved the wocus seedlings from their pots to 10 inch coconut fiber baskets and used hemp twine to tie the bundles like small packages. 

These wocus bundles were then suspended by hemp twine from the chain just below each buoy. Each plant hangs between 1 and 2 feet under water and there are three plants per buoy. Another intern in our office, Shilah, bravely donned a dry suit and entered the ponds teaming with algae and zoo plankton to place the anchored buoys and wocus.

In the coming weeks we hope to start seeing wocus leaves reaching the surface and growing larger.

A few side notes:

• If you’re disappointed about missing the OPB story on wocus (why wouldn’t you be?!), don’t fear! You can read about the wocus project and listen to the radio piece here: http://www.opb.org/news/article/bringing-back-klamath-wetlands-one-wocus-at-a-time/
• One day while on the way to the ponds on the Lower Klamath National Wildlife Refuge we were lucky enough to see an adult and juvenile borrowing owl. The juvenile retreated into its hole, but the adult allowed us to drive within about 10 feet of it and get some very close pictures.
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I will skip the week of training due to the unspoken excitement that I felt when learning about government computer protocol, how to drive for a second time, and what to do around used needles and chemicals that are prohibited to consume. Nonetheless, it was great meeting my coworkers for the next 5 months in the Shoshone field office.  So far everyone is friendly and gets along with everyone else.

I have not participated in field research before and it sure was a surprise upon first encounters.  I am in the Seeds of Success program, however I was put into the vegetation monitoring unit so I could take a back seat and observe.  I was not ready for the front lines of the battle field to be cannon fodder.

We went out onto the BLM land.  No BLM land in PA, where I’m from (don’t quote me).  Anyhow, BLM land is a real deal.  But, BLM land is just there; it exists.  There are no signs welcoming a visitor to a scenic overlook, no information centers, just signs of land marks in sparse locations to help with navigation.  Luckily, BLM land is public land, which means free camping sites.

Idaho has much more than potatoes, but the potato farms are massive regardless. Instead of corn, there are green fields with little white flowers for each plant.   Surrounding the plots is high dessert climate which is sage brush and tan grasses, especially invasive grasses that are all dried up due to the 90 plus weather every day.  Southern Idaho is called the ‘Magic Valley’.  Sadly there are few magicians or wizards roaming the streets or even children with lightning bolts on their head, but the magic is the irrigation from the snake river into the desert.  What a let down.

We drove through some tiny towns in Idaho, probably around a 1000 each.  Just a highway as the main road with a gas station and a small restaurant as the only buildings visible.  On either side of the highway there are several interest signs sprawled: signs for state parks, caves, and fossil beds along the drive.  I need to check those out.

Once we passed the towns we took a right onto a unassuming road.  Just a paved country road.  We soon left civilization!  Houses were no longer in existence, sedans did not exist, and it was rare if we saw any other species in the genus Homo.  The farms were the last to disappear and we headed into BLM territory.  The road took a turn and the asphalt disappeared, transforming into dirt.  We took a gradual incline up the road and soon a rim appeared as we reached the top of the plateau.  This was a picture worthy formation as the black rock face jutted out from the tan grassy surface.  The road continued forward into the now visible rolling hills. The dirt road became choppy and we trudged along at a slower pace, but our route soon led us to a road, but was it actually a road. 

At the intersection, the driver, another CLM intern, held out his/her arm to locate our position with our yellow GPS.   The devise is not too quick with its calculations, however we were in the correct position somehow.  I felt unsure of where I was and I had no information of where I was supposed to be, luckily I was the only intern in the truck on day 1 out in the field.  The truck shifted itself into 4 wheel drive and the blue vehicle grew another foot.  The extension rose, the tires increased in size, the tread became more defined, and the truck purred as the driver stroked his/her fingers across the now velvet steering wheel.  The truck let loose a somber meow as we turned onto a two track covered in cheat-grass and rocks.  We drove at a whopping 5 mph with high caution.  I rocked from side to side and back and forth, getting airborne and bumping into the sides.  I was indeed wearing my seat belt, since I am a safe and reliable employee, nevertheless the ride was bumpy.  I had trouble just keeping my head still and could not tell the direction of the path.  Some rocks were covered in grass so I could not prepare for a large jolt of jump.  I could hear some grinding as the truck’s cabins grazed over rocks and exclamations flew out of the drivers mouth.  “Always hit rocks with the tires dead on.”

We finally reached our destination.  The GPS was taken out of the car with the rest of the supplies.  I had no idea what our goal intended.  I put a few binders in my bag, massaged some sunscreen on my cheeks, secured my Phillies hat, and followed the leader.  We walked across the assortment of grasses, sage brush, and flowers/forbs.  The GPS did not have a constant directional path as we changed our alignment every couple minutes.  Sadly, I had left my boots back at home and decided the best alternative was mesh running shoes.  The seed heads from the cheat-grass jammed into the opening, stabbing my soft skin.  It hurt.  A mistake made only once.  We continued walking across the terrain until a pink flag was visible fluttering in the stinky hot breeze.  We pulled out the 50 meter measuring tape, found north, and I unrolled the tape.  I was directed to go left because I kept on wondering to the right when unrolling the tape.  I got to the end of the line and realized I forgot a stake, so I put a rock on top to secure the line.

I recorded the pin drop data for the first 15 meters, writing down codes for species I had not heard of, and measurements for the height, checking to make each column was accurate, but also precise.  I started to pin drop every 0.5 meters (5 cm, 50 mm, 500000 um).  We carried the meter pin in a protective PVC pipe. I dropped the pin vertically and watched what it hit.  “This grass and dirt.  What is this grass?”  “15.5 meter.  Rock.” “16 meters. A bush, a flower, and dirt with Herbaceous Litter.”  I was soon told what plant I hit and the correct code to write down on the sheet.  I also measured each plant’s drooping height.  I got the hang of the shtick, but I was bending too much at the waist, instead of the knees.  I got a little dizzy, and drank my warm refreshing tap water to recover my balance.  Afterwards my partner for the drop took measurements for sage brush cover and the third member of our group finished up the forb diversity check.

It was lunch time.  I reached into my bag, but no lunch bag was present.  I had to run back to the truck.  I ran, then walked.  I still was not use to the dry heat nor the elevation.  I grabbed my lunch and an extra water bottle and rolled back down to where I came.  I actually forgot what the true direction I came from since there are not too many outstanding landmarks.  I walked in a direction, looking at a tall sage brush for guidance.  I was wrong.  I walked over some rocks I had not seen before and knew I had misinterpreted my surroundings.  I did a 360 spin and a backflip and noticed my coworkers waving their hands and lunch boxes at me from about 2 football fields away.  I hustled on over and enjoyed my delicious gourmet peanut butter and jelly sandwich on multi-grain bread.  What a day.

Don’t worry.  I made it back to the field office.  We hiked a mile and a quarter to another pin drop site.  Saw some yellow bellied marmots.  Traversed some small gorges with small streams.  I had no expectation of seeing water in the high desert.  We got lost on the way back.  We should have marked the truck with a GPS dot but found the truck after wandering.  We drove back and called it an 11 hour day.  Enough was enough for one day.  Slept like a babe that night.  A fun day, and a day that I had not imagined.

Hey world, greetings from Southern Idaho. I’ve been up to far too much to fit into the blog, but let’s take a stab at a recap anyways (I’m no J. Chappelle-loved the drones bud). My highlights have been: spending a day botanising with the BLM (super hero-legend) Roger Rosentreter, he was state head botanist for 35 years, is an exceptional lichenologist (and has written many books on the subject) and from that couple generations of crazy mountaineer, super fun, cool as courduroy botanists-folks like Dr. Ken Robertson who inspired me to do field work. I always love learning from people like this, so many pieces of information they take for granted and have never bothered to write down that may otherwise be lost.  Another social highlight was seeing the lovely Kendl Winters and extraordinary Palmer T. Lee play a show as the The Lowest Pair near Boise; after my banjo fix, I got to drive far into the Owyhee desert listening to someone play Dead on the community radio as the stars danced in a moonless night.

My trainings were really incredible and I’m very grateful for the opportunities. My first training was the Idaho Native Plant Society meeting, where I was able to explore the high precipitation refuge populations in central Idaho. These communities are very similar to the plant life of Western Washington and Oregon. The second training was the Idaho Botanical Foray.  The premise of these are that folks from each of Idaho’s four university herbaria show up to an underrepresented area in their collections and collect everything in sight. This was very fun and allowed me to study the local flora with a ton of incredible botanists. What I really loved about this is that I was able to meet a ton of botanists whose vouchers I have been staring at in Digital Herbaria for the last few years. Highlights were botanisng riparian zones with Mike Mancuso, collecting at a breakneck pace on mountain wind-swept slopes with Prof. Jim Smith. As well as talking the Owyhee flora, Onagrads, and Lomatium’s with Prof. D. Mansfield. It was fun to see everyone’s collection methods and philosophies, especially as I have been collecting largely from three groups here, the Onagrads, the Apioids, and the Boraginaceae for various projects.

pressing with co-worker Sam West, Scott Montgomery and Prof. J Smith in the background working on those waist high hay-bales. Idaho Botanical Foray 2016, Pahsimeroi Valley

Our field district was ravaged by several fires over the last decade and has been struggling to re-vegetate. I have been spending a lot of time thinking about restoration protocols for re-seeding and what physiological parameters of taxa may allow for quick re-colonization and prevent cheatgrass invasion.

Another project I have been working on aside form LEPA searching is adding content to a photo field guide of the plants of our district office. I have been working on writing dichotomous keys for Erigeron, Castilleja, Eriogonum, Crepis, Penstemon, Lupinus, and a couple others. Writing keys and making line-drawings has been a highly educational and challenging task. Part of my ambitions are for the keys to be usable by folks without formal botany training, as well as making them aesthetically interesting to the forthcoming generation of millennial botanists-they are both tough curve balls to try and address, but I’m on the homestretch. At the same time I have been working on reviewing the advance copy of Flora of the Pacific Northwest- I have dozens of notes in my old version about errors, but none in the new one! Giblin and all his associates are doing incredible work on this one (and inspiring me to step it up on my own keys!).

One of the great things about focusing on a singular plant in a season is learning, and conjecturing about the ecology that allows the plant to survive in its niche. The inorganic chemistry of slickspots gives us a lot to think about, and really drives home many themes of soil science, nutrient and moisture relations, population genetics, as well as temperature and climate dynamics.

I’ve been able to explore the mountains and deserts of Idaho in my space time. No pictures can do justice to the areas I have been. I’ve been infatuated with the Owyhee desert and the high mountains of central Idaho, as well as the ranges of Northern Nevada

Group shot! notice Evan of CBG fame leaning low. :-). i’m that kid back right with a press.

“Desert Dawn, rise up early, lift your song….
Smell the scent of flowers dancing on the wind,
dancing on the wind!”

-Michael Kang of the string cheese incident

sorry loose, format and essentially devoid of original photos (both above photos taken by (Steve Martin, just as funny as the one your thinking of), but if you’re in the west you understand that pictures can’t do justice to anything you want to snap one of.