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Pg. 4 The Clackamas Print
Wednesday, May 25.1994
Weekend trip results in 'wild' time
H Students venture on a Geology
field trip to Malheur,
by Andrea Smith
The Print Staff
and Tammy Markwell
Contributing Writer
Malheur-TheFi­
nal Frontier. These are the
voyages of the geology task­
masters, whose four-day
mission was to seek out new
birds, new basalt flows, to
boldly drive where many
have driven before...
Thursday, May 12 -
9:00a.m.-Wepacked
the trailer with sleeping bags
and luggage, packed the
vans with bodies and headed
toward that elusive place
known as Harney County.
1:05 p.m. - We spot­
ted the rare Cropus dustus
in flight. Our fearless van
leader, Botany Bob Misley,
declared: “It’s a male!”
P.S. Wilbur put your
teeth in!
3:30 p.m. - We en­
tered the Great Basin, not­
ing that if one urinates to
the west, it will eventually
pollute the ocean. An east­
ward flow will remain in
the Great Basin until it
evaporates and urinates
back on you in the form of
rain.
6:45 p.m. - Black
Muslim Rancher Biker
Downhill Skiers. ‘Nuff
said.
7:00 p.m. - Saw 12
different species of birds in­
cluding several kinds of
ducks, Canadian geese and
Sandhill cranes. At the top
of Wright’s point, Marianne
Frahm spotted, through her
binoculars, the remarkable
Great White Long-faced
Four-hoofed Horsebird.
8:15 p.m. - We FI­
NALLY reached our luxu­
rious four-star accommo­
dations, also known as the
Malheur Field Station, a set
of multi-colored dorms with
a dead mouse provided in
each closet. The service
was, in a word, divine! v
Friday, May 13 -
9:15 a.m. - Got out
the spotting scopes to view
a Great Horned Owl
mommy and her two widdo
baby chickies (that’s the
technical name).
10:00 a.m.- Went to
the Museum at Refuge
Headquarters. Saw lots of
stuffed birds to help us hone
our birding skills. It’seasier
to identify them when
they’redeadand have name
tags.
11:45 a.m.-Decided
on some names for the graz­
ing species not indigeflbus
to the pluvial lake zone:
The Rufus-sided Grass Catcher;
Long-faced Biscuit Maker, Woolly
Pellet Pincher; White Faced Pie
Maker; collectively known as
Grass Maggots.
1:15 a.m. -Stopped atBuena
Vista Point. Sunny Ward, Geolo­
gist extraordinare, gave one of her
many interesting and informative
talksaboutrockformations. Sunny
can’tlecture withoutsome form of
visual aids, which is a good thing
because some of us can’t learn
without some form of visual aids.
Give the blue-bellied lizards some
privacy, for goodness sake!
2:00 p.m. - Misley “It’s not
the squirter, it’s the squirtee.”
2:45 p.m. - Went to Page
Springs Campground where we
saw the biggest Junipers and a big
snake. Fortunately, it was not
poisonous
Saturday May 14 -
8:45 a.m. - Saw some
beetles. Looked at a stream valley
cutinbedrock(twist,twist). Thank
you, Sunny. Decided that “the
committee” was creative beyond
Geology students take a field trip to the Malheur National Wildlife Refuge
where they explored the country-side for the weekend.
ol’ fashioned bam bash, complete
with guitar, banjo and fiddle-play­
ing fools. Song books in hand, we
rivaled the gathering at
Woodstock.
Sunday, May 15 -
4:00 a.m.t- “What?? Four
o’clock? You mean in the morn­
ing?!?!”, exclaimed Sharon
Scheel. Some brave souls struck
out in search of the elusive sage
grouse, which performs a mating
I didn't want to stop at the edge of
nowhere; I wanted to go to the
middle.
-Anita Cate
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repair.
10:15 a.m. - Learned every­
thing one could possibly know
about Crested Wheatgrass.
Stopped to find some “hideable
behindables” and located Rattlus
roadkillius (Mmm, Mmm, good).
We skinned the snake and took the
meat home for some good old-
fashioned Roadkill Helper.
12:30 p.m. - Arrived at the
Alvord Desert It was basically a
big, flat salt pancake called a
“playa”. In the poignant words of
Anita Cate, “I didn’t want to stop
at the edge of nowhere; I wanted to
go to the middle.”' She got her
wish...
1:30 p.m. - The Alvord
Desert Hot Springs was an inter­
esting experience. Have you ever
spotted the Tan Double-Breasted
Mattress Thrasher? >
As John Barichello said,
“I met the bird of my dreams.”
2:15 p.m. - Found our way
to Pike Creek where a large tree
was growing out of a large boul­
der. Some beautiful pieces of rock
in the creek. The water was very
cold (ask me how I know). Botany
Bob (shroomer par excellence)
found some choice edibles (Mo­
rels) to add to the snake stew.
9:30 p.m. - After dinner and
an enjoyable slide show, we gath­
ered in the meetin ’ hall for a good,
dance at sunrise.
“There could have been
hundreds of them!” proclaimed
Monique Szedelyi. But,alas, there
were zero of them.
The writers of this ar­
ticle were snug in our beds until
6:30, and must, therefore, ridi­
cule those who did arise so early.
Too bad! (Yeah, right.)
8:30 a.m. - Load em up,
move em out. In the immortal
words of Don Conn, “We came,
we saw, now let’s go,” to which
Richard Marx (not the singer) re­
plied, “Zzzzzzz...”
The trip home was less
eventful than the previous three
days, nevertheless, a pleasant jour­
ney. Some of the taskmasters told
of their wanderings:
Richard Marx: “I always
love to see the big wide open East­
ern Oregon Country; the diversity
of its life, farms and the communi­
ties they compose is truly a source
of wonder.”
Bob Misely: “I never
want to see another gummi-bear:
ever.” (Note: He was eating AN­
OTHER one pound bag soon after
this comment was made.)
Sunny Ward: “Yes, this
IS a big pluvial lake!”
Lilly Mayer: “We had a
wonderful, enthusiastic group this
year. They’re always enthusias­
tic.”
Will Stitt: “The as­
tronomy was especially cool.
There was some awesome view­
ing. It was the best of times, it was
the worst of times.”
BradZinn: “Itwasexcel-
lent. I learned a lot more in three
days than in two terms [at school].”
Karen Crouchley:
“An extraordinary opportu­
nity to expand on our knowl­
edge... in an environment of
clean air and warm sunshine,
seeing, hearing and smelling
the real thing.”
Greg Anderson: “I
saw a cow with one milker. It
was not a female.”
Laurie Hoffman:
“You can see forever...”
Kelly White: “Lake,
...big lake.”
Char Quinones:
“...we learn a little about our­
selves and gain a deep respect
for true natural beauty in its
original habitat.”
Ann
Johnson:
“Check out the nice
pluvioids!”
Noelle Sander “No
doubt, Ann.”
Julee Barton: “...it
was an awe-inspiring, rip­
roaring roller coaster of a
ride...”
Marianne Frahm:
“Quit spittin’ your innards at
me!”
And finally, from the
guy whocoUected a few quills
in his hand, John Barichello
said, “Porcupines suck!”
photo contributed by Andrea Smith
Bob The Botanist* Misley describes desert life to the students who attended the
Malheur trip.