Monday, September 1, 2014
Meanwhile, I had to run an errand up Mt. Hough this afternoon. I had to investigate what one of my friends told me was a devastating logging operation. I braced myself for the worst. I bought a hot tea from the Co-op to fuel the drive. However, before I could leave town, I was distracted by the beautiful Fritillary (above).
Saturday, August 30, 2014
Thursday, August 21, 2014
Sunday, August 17, 2014
So, one of our objectives yesterday was to find Lost Lake. I wondered how it got that name. It seemed that if someone found it, it should be named Found Lake. If they didn't find it, there'd be no need for a name. Such is the sort of crazy thinking that happens when I'm walking up steep granite slopes in blazing sun, thirsty, and overwhelmed by the beauty of a place. On the way to Lost Lake, there are quite a few very small lakes apparently without names. One of these my son had found on a previous trip and said it was loaded with Yellow-legged Frogs, currently the subject of an ongoing fish vs. frogs diatribe. I was excited at the prospect of seeing lots of these frogs since I hadn't seen any in a quite a few years. I remember clearly that when I first arrived in California in 1965 they were common in nearly all the creeks and ponds I visited in my frequent forays into the Sierra from my first California home town, Yuba City. So, the photos above and below are a small sampling of our findings. I had forgotten about the high quality of their slime. It is very hard to remove. The rocky shoreline of this still-lost lake had hundreds of these beautiful frogs resting half submerged and very alert as to our presence. Our informal "research" has found these little lake have either notive frogs or non-native fish, never both. Hmmmm....