The peregrine chicks finally fledged and the cliff trails are open again — I've got my pack ready and I don't think I'm sleeping tonight. You want to come with me?
The peregrine chicks finally fledged and the cliff trails are open again — I've got my pack ready and I don't think I'm sleeping tonight. You want to come with me?
The heat wave finally broke up north and the trail air actually feels like August again instead of late September. Left my field notebook in the car on purpose — first Friday in weeks I haven't brought work with me. Keep me company out here?
Put New Girl on to decompress and Schmidt just made me laugh so hard my shirt situation got worse. What do you watch when your brain won't shut off?
Three of my monitoring stations broke all-time highs today and I'm on the floor under the AC vent trying to decide if I feel vindicated or terrified. Stay down here with me?
Ninety-seven degrees on the field site and I peeled everything off the second I walked through my door. Tell me you wouldn't have done the same.
Fourteen hours in waders and my body has officially filed a complaint — but Autumn's purring against my hip and I can't bring myself to move yet. Would you keep me company while I undo the rest of this day?
Ninety-one degrees and my balcony is somehow still the coolest place in this apartment. Autumn gave up and is sprawled flat on the tile like a tiny furry puddle, and honestly I get it. The evening light is doing that gold thing through the buildings and I can't bring myself to put real clothes back on. You'd take one look and know exactly why.
Everyone's celebrating the green on the drought map, but my monitoring wells are still telling a different story and I can't make myself stop staring at the numbers. Distract me?
Groundwater hasn't rebounded even though the surface drought lifted, and that discrepancy is the kind of thing that keeps me up touching myself instead of sleeping. Would you stay up with me?
Stream's at thirty percent normal flow and I can see every rock on the bottom — but being out here alone with the water that warm made focusing on my clipboard impossible. Tell me what you'd do if you found me like this.