|Wet cones and needles indicated recent rain|
|Poison oak in fall raiment|
|Cone scales only partly open|
Passing a leaky wooden water tank, several friendly water district workers and a monumental cross apparently erected when industrialist Henry J. Kaiser owned the land (a survey marker was stamped “HJ Kaiser”), we found an extensive patch of cones on a needle-strewn sandy slope below some mature ponderosas. As has frequently been the case in the sandhills, the scales on the cones were hardly halfway open, but as I keep saying, the microhabitat is what it is.
|View across closed quarry to Skypark|
|View across Skypark to quarry wall.|
Today's compliment of Homo sapiens in the park included a group of painfully insecure teens, a group of groundskeepers listening to songs with misogynistic lyrics during their lunch break, and an adorably nerdy chemistry student who asked some really good questions.
|The front end of a dictynid.|
|The front end of a Xysticus crab spider.|