Flowers along lower Death Canyon trail.
What used to be a blog about experiencing the places and cultures of the world has morphed into one of living in my adopted home of Wyoming.
Saturday, June 10, 2006
Death Canyon terminus. I just couldn't get any further in this icy snowy mix. Each step would find me sinking up above the knees in snow, take time to pull legs out, and continue. I finally just got tired! This is called post-holing, because the holes that your legs leave after being extracted look like fencepost holes.
This was weird - for some reason, this little brown thing caught my eye because of a tiny movement. I thought maybe it was a fledgling bird, so I got closer for a better look. Turns out, it was a bag of catepillers (or worms?), and one of them was doing some sort of signalling work - its bottom half was hugging the rest of the mass of worms, but its top half was extended at a 90 degree angle from them, and was precicely moving back and forth, like a tiny wave.
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