Tuesday, April 28, 2009
On the Lek
Monday, March 30, 2009
Sagebrush Skiing, part two
Or, how we ski in CENTRAL Wyoming
The past week we've been getting quite a bit of snow (now that it is spring and all) so one day we decided to go sledding. The only problem - there are no big hills near our trailers, and the snow was too deep to get the ATVs to the sledding hill we had in mind. Not intending to be thwarted by such a problem as the lack of an incline, we hooked the sled onto an ATV with a tow rope and pulled sleds around an open area by the water tanks.
This ended up being much more fun than normal sledding, as walking back up the hill was never necessary. And pretty soon, I thought "what would be even more fun than sleds? Skis!"
So I got my ski gear out, and soon was making slalom turns around the field. It was an odd mix of waterskiing and snow skiing, but it is good to know skiing in Wyoming is possible even if you aren't anywhere near Jackson or Colorado.
Friday, March 20, 2009
Birding with Explosives
After the blood had been taken, each bird got color bands so we can identify individuals later when we do our morning observations.
And now, we have some sage grouse blood samples in our fridge alongside the milk and eggs and vegetables.
Friday, March 13, 2009
New Hampshire to Wyoming, part two
Just as I did two years ago, I loaded up my car and drove west for 4 days or so, making several stops along the way. The first day involved navigating tolls and traffic to get to Baltimore and visit Karen. Upon arrival, I had the misfortune to park under a tree that was home to a pair of robins, who proceeded to make a mess upon my car. The rest of the weekend was good though, I saw several art shows, sewed things with Karen, and we drove through this somewhat sketchy neighborhood (where scenes from crime show "the Wire" are often shot) to reach an amazing asian supermarket, full of wonderful things like barley tea, seaweed snacks, and whole fish.
I headed west, crossed the applalachians through Maryland and West Virginia, and visited a cousin in Cincinnati. But next came the long, long drive across the plains.... Here totoro poses in front of a Kansas wheat field.
Finally, the Rocky Mountains came into view, and I went up to steamboat springs to go skiing with Kirsten. Skiing, I got to flounder around in the relatively deep snow, ski a chute steep enough that when I fell it wasn't very far to the ground, and experience a ski town so resorty and ritzy that you end up next to a woman wearing a mink coat on the shuttle bus. My car also had some issues while in steamboat, and we had to push it down the street to get it into an overnight lot so it wouldn't get mauled by a snowplow overnight.
Now I am at a field camp in Wyoming, watching the sage grouse lek, driving ATVs around, and hoping our heater at camp doesn't break again. Below, Chugwater Lek with a few grouse tracks after fresh snow.
And some ARTR in the snow. Actually, I'm not sure if it is tridentata or a different species of sagebrush. AR??
Friday, February 6, 2009
Real Eastern Skiing
We rode up the legendary single chairlift (that's right, one skiier per chair). And at the top: Many steep, twisty, mogul covered black diamonds, with one lone blue trail. It was brilliant.
To get to a few trails, I had to sidestep up a hill and traverse along a ridge, where you could see up to Mt. Mansfield and over Lake Champlain to New York and the Adirondacks. Mad River's slogan is "ski it if you can, " and a day spent navigating moguls and dodging trees and exposed rocks, and landing face first in the snow several times, proved this a fitting motto. Altogether a excellent mountain, although true to New England conditions there were some icy and bare patches.
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Ice Storm
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Extreme Fisheries Biology
This week fall weather set in up at Quartz Lake. The wind started blowing, whipping up canoe capsizing waves on the lake. So for several days we huddled in the cabin around Bruce (our woodstove).
So we completed our redd surveys, pulled gear, and didn't see any fish in the creek. Unlike us, the fish were smart enough to get out of that creek once the it got so cold...
We made it up to Cerulean Lake, where all the waterfalls were lovely and frozen, and bushwhacked down the game trail one last time.
The next day we packed out our gear, and my pack was stuffed to the gills (see, it's taller than me!) and had all sorts of stuff that wouldn't fit inside strapped to the sides. Normal people carry tents and sleeping bags when they go hiking... field studies always seem to involve carrying absurd things like rebar, plastic pants, car batteries, metal stakes...
And now we are done with the bull trout. I'll be travelling a bit, to Oregon and then New Hampshire, and hopefully finding another job at some point.
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