I'm at the cabin, still, and feeling pretty darn good about it.
Kathryn is a retired science and feature writer, formerly of California, who passed through Datil and liked it enough to come back. She has been road-tripping in her Miata for many weeks. Her wildlife encounters so far include two bears and replacing the Miata's ragtop, a cougar, and a skunk (none in Datil). We may end up in a book!
People ask me where I'm from, and usually now I just tell them where I live. Either they've never heard of it ("it's between the Very Large Array and Pie Town"), or they say, "Oh! That book!" I figured this trip it's time to read that book:
On page 32, something (Me) said frivolously, "Get up and drive to Reserve." I was dubious, and so I negotiated by saying "no."
Alright, but at least get up and take a walk. Blow the stink off ya. That seemed like a pretty good deal, considering what I'd bargained down from, so I grabbed my camera and took my day-jammies for a walk.
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| Must have been my spidey-sense telling me to take a camera. |
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| I wasn't trying to smish him. |
Last year, I showed you some big tarantulas we saw up at Santa Rosa Lake:
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| Desert blond tarantula from Santa Rosa, NM. Not the same guys here. |
The little guys here are about 1/3 the size. I still don't know what they're called.
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| It's an address, not a speed. |
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| San Agustin plains. |
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| Elk memories. |
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| Dinner memories. Not elk. |
It's a good thing I have that foot at the end of my leg. It saves me putting my hands next to stuff.
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| Do you see the cabin? Not mine. |
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| Second sighting. "Spider, spider, let me be! Keep your urticating hairs FAR from me!" |
This is the time of year when males go a'courtin'. Like Mr. Frog dating Miss Mousie, but intraspecies.
I was just now sitting in the warmth of the sunshine; when clouds get all up in the Sun's business I have to turn on the heat.
