
giant slalom section of the "butterfly highway"
I decided on this last-minute trip to Pinnacles hoping to find 2 specific butterflies before the week's heavy rains hit. One was the
margined white, which is not included in the
Pinnacles Butterfly Checklist. I queried Paul Johnson (it's his list) and Art Shapiro (my go-to CA butterfly expert) about why it might be missing, because there are plenty of milkmaids (host plant) at Pinnacles. Paul's been looking for over a decade, but he admitted he's had doubts around some look-alike
checkered and
cabbages he's seen. Art challenged me to go find them myself. OK! Considering I spotted margined at 2 very different locations in the past few weeks,
I figured the sooner I get out to Pinnacles, the better chance I have at finding them,
if they are there. Nope. It's dry. Very dry. Very few milkmaids are up yet. And very few butterflies are out. Without any clear photographic evidence, I spotted a red admiral, a couple mystery
Vanessa ladies, a handful of echo blues, and...

standard west entrance shot from the parking lot
As I debated whether I wanted to try another trail where I know more
stonecrops grow, I marveled at the incredible palette Pinnacles provides even in this record dry winter we've had. The iron red color of the
buckwheats is starting to float my boat. Given my relative lack of success, I wasn't so gung ho on butterflies anymore. Plus, I was still feeling kinda icky and was a bit parched and craving the sight of water. There are plenty of strenuous trails but no connecting roads through the park. So, in an unusual move for me, I decided to drive over to the east entrance and hike to the reservoir.
Bitterwater Road
The
bleached out grey, died, dead was oppressive, and yet fascinating at the same time because it's so extreme. I feel badly for the cows and the farmers. Anyone else hoarding butter in their freezer like I am? It's going to be worth its weight in gold.
Bear Gulch Reservoir
Ahhh. It was so worth the long day of driving and hiking through the ick to get here, to this spot, to watch the shadows from the late afternoon sun, and to contemplate life.