Field Notes: Stepping Over a Cliff’s Edge

When I park the ATV at the top of a hill and the drone of the engine cuts out, a hush settles over the foothills. Removing my thick helmet, I can finally hear the fluting of distant meadowlarks. To my west rises a long, wide ridge of granite cliffs. I’ve been scanning this ridge on…

Field Notes: The Patagonian Mud Fiasco

It was May 2024 and winter in Patagonia came early that year. The truck started to slowly drift sideways, no longer able to grip the once gravelly dirt road that had turned into sticky, squelchy wet clay after only an hour of barely drizzling. We got out and with a shovel or our bare hands scraped…

Field Notes: The Music of Mono Lake

I remember getting the acceptance email, offering me a position as a research assistant, on a late January night. It was the type of silence in the house you only achieve when the world is asleep…until I shouted in excitement and scared my brother who was sitting next to me. That was the first note…

Field Notes: Monkey Spit

It’s hard to find a professional way to tell people that I’m a monkey trainer. On paper, I’m a graduate student, but I spent most of the summer and fall of 2024 training monkeys to chew on swabs so I could collect their spit and test it for cortisol, a hormone that can indicate stress…

Field Notes: You Are What You Study

A gray day darkens as the hands of the clock march along. The intermittent drizzles are becoming steady and ever louder. I pace back and forth between frequent stops to look out the window, and my anticipation grows in parallel with the strength of the downpour. It’s nearly time to go. When the last light…

Field Notes: A Wonderful Winter with Wolves

Since my first field season last summer, I had been itching to see the behavior of the wolves in a new season: winter. It would be my final season of data collection for my PhD. I said farewell to brutal watch tans, buzzing meat bees, and a lot of sleepy wolves, and welcomed very active…