All life as we know it follows water. And water, bending to gravity, temperature and layers of impermeability, tends to follow the path of least resistance—that is, it flows from high to low, along whichever route best facilitates its descent. So it follows that, in order to follow life through the height of a high-desert summer, one would do well to start heading uphill, up the valleys, the canyons, the verdant gulches toward their source.
The first thing I notice upon entering the North Black Rock Range Wilderness is not the plenitude of plant life—though this is wondrously, overwhelmingly apparent—but rather the lack of a specific variety: weeds. The tawny nodding stalks of cheatgrass and skeletal mustard and squat halogeton are conspicuously absent here, at least at present. Instead the sloping hills of slate and tuff sport a fringed pile…
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