A zoo photo, but I like it nonetheless. That’s partly because the zoo enclosure essentially consists of a fence across a corner of actual bighorn habitat. This is kinda the patron saint endangered species of the hills around here. (The
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Something I knew even before moving here was that the local trails have ardent defenders. A recent land exchange, for example, between the BLM and the local Agua Caliente band of Cahuilla Indians had trail user groups up in arms; the land at issue
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A few hundred miles of desert two-lane at night, no radio nor moon nor competing traffic to interfere with the cascade of thought, and the dark folds itself in around my pallid headlamps. The high-beams have developed a disconcerting tendency to go
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