In this country of the bighorn, the wapiti (elk) and the wolf, nesting place of buzzards, land of cloud nourished trees and wild things that live without drink. Above all, it is the land of creosote and mesquite. The mesquite is God's best thought in all this desertness. It grows in the open, is thorny, stocky, close grown and iron-rooted. Long winds move in the draughty valleys, blown sand fills and fills about the lower branches, piling pyramidal dunes, from the top of which the mesquite twigs flourish greenly. Fifteen or twenty feet under the drift, where there seems no rain could penetrate, the main trunk grows, attaining often a yards thickness, resistant as oak. In Shoshone land one digs for large timber; that is in the southerly, sandy exposures. Higher on the table-topped ranges low trees of juniper and pinyon stand each apart, rounded and spreading heaps of greeness. between them but each to itself in smooth clear spaces, tufts of tall feathered grass.
* earring contest, here's how to play....
I like guessing contests so all you have to do to play is guess the last two serial numbers on my camera. The one that comes closest will win a pair of "winnowing basket" earrings mailed to your door, international participants are welcome. Winner will be revealed Thursday at sundown.