We went hiking to celebrate Bob's birthday. Go figure. We were looking for the Pinewoods fritillary, Fritillaria pinetorum. There is a record on the east side of the Sierra and up along a ridge where we have never been. And we could bag Morris Peak again along the way.
The wind had been blowing the last couple days and was fierce when we started out. The forecast was for much improved conditions by 11AM. It did get better, but it never got nice. And we couldn't find the flower. Big sigh. And we remembered we had a 3 o'clock appointment when we were seven miles from the car and it was noon.
Bob ran down the hill for over three miles, and then ran up Highway 178 to our car. The three plus road miles, thousand foot elevation gain, and headwind gave him a good work out. Susan meandered down the wash to the highway being totally enchanted by the birds and Joshua tree rings. We knew creosote bushes make rings that are estimated to be thousands of years old. Who knows how long these Joshua tress have been growing and spreading out from the center. In the life of a Joshua tree a few minutes is insignificant. Not so in the world of investment advisers. Bob ran fast and we made our appointment.