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Campbell, California, January 31, 2008
And so ends the first month, an unusually adverse one for butterflies in S. Cal. Of it, I could write an “Essay on Absence” — but really, isn’t that as it should be, for butterflies, in January, while we still have a winter worthy of the name?
A few species, at least, have appeared in canyons above Malibu on rare sunny mornings.
Camped here [Big Sur postcard] at Bixby Bridge, where Jack Kerouac hung out, befriended a donkey and Steller’s Jays, suffered DT’s, took dictation from the waves, and wrote it all in his funny, dark, shocking, and too-seldom read book, Big Sur. I found Veined Whites & Satyr Anglewings here.
Best garlic grouper [Marisa’s card] in the Tijuana River Estuary! (Where I became very well acquainted with the Border Patrol)
Then [monarch photo] down-coast to th best of the monarch colony this poor winter, at Esalen. And [Desert Tower postcard] across to the deserts Anza Borrego, Yula, Salton, And borderlands, where I saw all manner of strange and wonderful fauna. But butterflies, in the continuing spate of cold, wet weather, were not among the sightings.