After a bit of scouting around with Florian Boyd a couple weeks ago, we found a better location for the Coyote Crossing meetup this weekend than the one adjacent to the Cottonwood Entrance to Joshua Tree National Park.
That location is here.
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Ya got yer desert trees, most of ‘em legumes, like this ironwood here.
There’s very little usable nitrogen in the soil in the desert. Plants need nitrogen for crucial metabolic processes, chief among them making amino acids and proteins. Without
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Final Update: The actual location is described HERE. If you go to the Cottonwood Springs Road location described in this post, you will not find us there. You may well have a good time, but you won’t have a good time with US.
{UPDATE: As soon as I
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SB 108, a bill that would endanger the Chuckwalla Valley near Joshua Tree National Park by streamlining a resumption of mining, is sitting on the California Governor’s desk. Below is an urgent note from Chuckwalla Valley activist Donna Charpied
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Okay, I’ve been talking about doing this for some time but it’s never quite come together. I’m always talking to you about the desert, but I’m never really sharing the desert with you.
It’s time to fix that.
So mark your calendars, Coyote
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A few preliminary updates before I start:
Preliminary Update the First: I’m on Google Plus, and the few minutes a day I spend these days conversing online are likely to be spent there rather than in Twitter/Facebook, which have increasingly
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The day before yesterday Annette and I took the Jeep up into the hills, found ourselves a shady spot in a jumble of boulders in Joshua Tree National Park. It was deliciously cool, perhaps as low as 95 degrees, and ash-throated flycatchers raised
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Ironwood in the Chuckwalla Valley
We didn’t find much in the way of wildflowers on our Route 62 wildlflower explorational foray. A few desert dandelions, a couple of lupines, some Chaenactis. At the north end of the Coxcombs a wash was dotted
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An exit sign I always loved off I-90 in Western New York: “Leroy Rochester.” When I moved to the Bay Area I soon started to wonder if “Tracy Stockton,” whose name appeared on a lot of highway signs, was a friend of Leroy’s.
Tonight just before
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Surrounded by Wilderness, the red outline depicts where 20,000 tons of Los Angeles’ garbage would be deposited daily for over 100 years. Despite claims made by the polluters, the dump will not reclaim the scars left from mining, but will actually
It’s 1:23 in the A of M. I’ve worked until just now on a website redesign project for a (really wonderful) enviro group, and in about five hours I’m getting up to go for a hike. But the blog, she is cajoling me. And I miss it. The last couple of
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Earlier today. I hiked here a couple years ago with Larry Hogue and Florian. It hasn’t changed much. That’s good.
Cartoon by Laura Cunningham.
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FURTHER UPDATED: Laurel Williams of the California Wilderness Coalition reminds me that many photos and descriptions of the land involved can be found at californiadesert.org.
UPDATED! Ryan has sent along maps for the National Park properties, and
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After enough time spent paying attention to a tree species, you tend to come up with a bit of data even if you’re not really trying to.
This Joshua tree is at Keys View in Joshua Tree National Park, right around the southern limits of the
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Yesterday, around 3:00 PM. Driving on Park Boulevard, Joshua Tree National Park. We drive past a sign that says “Sheep Pass Campground.”
Me: You know, I bet you could get a really good night’s sleep there.
The Raven: [near-silent groan]
Me: You
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How swift it is this heart can shift, can shed old sadness as a snake sheds scales, new clarity of vision coming as old skin falls from athwart the eyes.
The Raven’s eyes sparkle in the desert sun.
I am abraded, skinless. I am that part of the
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