After a slow first five months, I'm back to blogging in earnest. In the forthcoming few months I plan to keep on tracking the blooming of wildflowers, the activities of bugs and reptiles and any other critters I'm quick enough or lucky enough to photograph, and to comment on ecological relationships. Since there is an increasing sense of ecological crisis among many people and more vigorous denial of such on the part of others, I will inevitably comment on the social and political dimensions of survival as I see them.
I am still an adjunct instructor in the English Department at Feather River College, but time permitting, I am available for hire as a nature guide in the region in and around Plumas County. A brochure describing my usual kinds of natural history adventures is in development. Email me c/o email@example.com with your mailing address and a statement of interests, and I'll send you a rough draft.
I have been teaching since 1965 and have recently joined the English Department as an Associate Faculty member at Feather River College. Recently taught Nature Literature in America and am currently teaching Interpersonal Communication and Basic Reading and Writing.
This spring was our intended destination on yesterday's adventure. We arrived thirsty. The source in the little cave above the waterfall looked like the emerging water must have been filtered by the mountain above. Very tempting. However, having experienced giardia once before, I decided we should not indulge. Our goal was to see if our friend the Hellgrammite was still under the rock at the base of the fall. He wasn't. But another, probably a relative, was.
This is such a fascinating creature. The nymph of the Dobsonfly, it spends the majority of its life in larval/nymphal stages, and only a small portion as an adult. Imagine if in a 75-year human lifespan, we decided the "age of majority" would be 70. Think of the legal and social implications. It's sort of a moot experiment, of course, because all reproduction and child rearing would be done my minors. That is, if such were even legal. And Dobsonflies are not even the most extreme example of this disparity between youthful life and adulthood. There are many insects whose adult life is a day or less. Food for thought.