…unlike February, which felt like April but looked like winter, a week of March’s whiplash weather is reassuringly typical.
Typical too, of the season, is the migration of Brent’s sheep, walked 180 miles from Lovelock to the shearing sheds at Buffalo Meadows, then turned loose onto the desert south of us to lamb;
Being March, there were winds;
Brilliant mornings, volatile weather [snow flurries, snow squalls, winds again]…
And a noticeably full moon….followed by more sheep, and the migration of a trailer;
After lunch at the somewhat chill lunchpond we observed sandsnakes on the playa
so another other day…
Friday awake from 1:30 to six when thanks to Danielle at Guntert Steel L. has to be up and away to intercept the delivery originally scheduled for Monday, so we see the sun rise…
after which she heads off for California and I, closing up, make it to the gate an hour later and point myself zombie-like south and west as well;
more from there.
M