Every chance I have had to visit the Black Mesa country has been constricted due to other obligations. Well I finally had the oppurtunity to put a little time in. I had four atlas blocks that surrounded Boise City. This gave me plenty chances to find life birds (4) and learn a little of the countryside. So I bet you are wondering what new birds I found while I was out there. Well I picked up two new thrashers (Curve-billed, and Sage), a Western Scrub Jay and oops, well I guess it was only three. Still, very exciting!
The nights were cold, mostly around 10 to 20 degrees, and I spent them in the back of the pickup in my sleeping bag. Usually around three a.m., I would wake up due to some portion of my body being too cold. It might have been an arm, I would move it, get warm, dose off, wake up because my back got cold, and so on until I would finally get up and crawl out of the back and into the front where I would proceed to turn the truck on and warm up for ffteen minutes. So no, I really never got a great night's rest, but who cares with all of the great birds out and about?
A few last thoughts. Cimarron County is certainly an amazing place. When you find yourself in the Mesa country it's as if you have stepped back in time. I couldn't help but get nostalgic thinking that I may have been stepping where the late great George Sutton himself had been, or even better where no one had stepped (which is unlikely, but still nice to think of!). In fact the Black Mesa was a favorite of George Sutton's, so much so that his ashes were thrown to the wind there. I get to visit Cimarron again in a month or more, and will look forward to it with excitement. Each time I visit, I get sucked into the place a little more, and each time it becomes a little part of me.