{"id":71433,"date":"2016-08-23T12:14:42","date_gmt":"2016-08-23T19:14:42","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/dev-clm-blog.pantheonsite.io\/?p=71433"},"modified":"2016-08-23T12:14:42","modified_gmt":"2016-08-23T19:14:42","slug":"resplendence-in-retrospect","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.clminternship.org\/?p=71433","title":{"rendered":"Resplendence in retrospect"},"content":{"rendered":"
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A glorious transformation of my coffee mug, orchestrated by my field partner.<\/p><\/div>\n

These five months in Central Oregon strike me as a montage celebrating the Dionysian. The district, especially to the south in our swath of sage grouse habitat,\u00a0was at first sleepy,\u00a0cold, blanketed in its last sheet of snow, filled with just green-gray sagebrush rustling in the freezing wind; it soon stirred with little basal starts that my naive\u00a0self dreamed were potential collections\u00a0but ultimately were weedy little\u00a0bur buttercups (Ceratocephala testiculata<\/em>); and then things exploded into being and colors, yellow asters leading the way and mimicking the sun in their rays, blue pea-shaped lupine shocking the landscape with vibrancy, crimson-orange paintbrush charming even as their roots drilled into the roots of other plants to steal a little\u00a0water and nutrients here and there. It had been a wetter winter\u00a0than the last, so it almost seemed like flowers\u00a0fell over themselves in portraying their luscious petals to their pollinators, and to me, the collector. And just as quickly, they dried, shriveled up, proffered some seed (if we were lucky), then disappeared, many\u00a0leaving not even a shred of a remnant of their being. It was an explosive affair, and we felt a certain manic excitement when we timed it just right, or were just fortunate enough, to haul in a good batch of seeds. There were times, too, when often-monitored collections just spirited away, and our drive home was far more dejected. Sometimes the flash of flowers were just that, and no seed were to be found nearly at all.<\/p>\n

There were celebrations of thunderstorms, which more often than not\u00a0found me at the top of hillsides; I’d rush to the rig with my seed bag\u00a0under my shirt, then watch as the rolling clouds and flashes of lightning danced across my vista then away.\u00a0There were windy days on\u00a0scapes, watching as the achenes\u00a0of the invasive Lord\u00a0Tragopogon dubius<\/em> (which presents itself in\u00a0a pappus ball bigger than a softball)\u00a0took flight in impressive flocks. There were the rowdy roads that had us bouncing about\u00a0in our\u00a0rig’s cabs, our seatbelts straining to keep us in the vague radius of our seats.<\/p>\n

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The stately but invasive Tragopogon.<\/p><\/div>\n

Between that all,\u00a0there were the quiet days. Quiet days filled\u00a0the bulk of our\u00a0time, but they blur together in memory. The one blended scene\u00a0is this: the sun is bright, sometimes painfully\u00a0bright. It was hard\u00a0to pick out the particular shade of dried plant from the other shade of dried plants with sunglasses on, so we bore with the sun. Even when my field partner and I were working at the same site,\u00a0we drifted\u00a0away from each other to maximize the land we covered, so much of my time in the field was alone. My\u00a0sunbleached senses snagged on\u00a0the snapping of seed from plants, the clicking of my\u00a0little metal movie-theater counter, the horseflies insistently orbiting and sometimes biting, the wind drying\u00a0sweat from our brows – or just as\u00a0frequently, hijacking a couple of the lighter seeds.\u00a0Sometimes a cow would challenge us to a game of who could moo louder. Our ears craned for the rattling of snakes and we jumped when we rustled past a\u00a0plant with seed pods that mimicked the sound.<\/p>\n

My down time too was a\u00a0celebration of the outdoors, since\u00a0folks can find nearly\u00a0any outdoor activity they\u00a0like within a half hour drive from Bend. I found myself climbing and hiking every weekend, even after long weeks in the field. I thought I would stay here after this internship, but alas…\u00a0community college is cheaper in California.<\/p>\n

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I’m changing tracks after this internship. As much as I loved the work and the mission for SOS, there are other avenues I’m planning on exploring next. Still, what a wonderful season to end my foray into botany as an occupation. I intend to continue annoying my hiking partners by stopping at every flowering forb I see.<\/p>\n

Vi Nguyen, Prineville BLM<\/p>\n

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Astragalus obscurus<\/em>… probably. The Hitchcock Astragalus key is as long as it can be cruel.<\/p><\/div>\n

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The ever cheerful Eriophyllum lanatum<\/em> – “oregon sunshine”<\/p><\/div>\n

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For a while I couldn’t stop whipping out my phone to take a picture of every Lewisia<\/em> I saw. It was excessive and I see that now.<\/p><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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