Gumboot Lake
(above & right) is a beautiful montane lake at ~6050' elevation in
the extreme southeast corner of Siskiyou County. It is reached by a
narrow but paved road west (Road 26) from Mt. Shasta City. The divide
that separates Siskiyou County from Trinity County is just beyond the
lake. There is a small campground with pit toilets that is popular with
fisherman and campers on summer weekends.
From
the perspective of odites, this lovely gem is a fine spot to search of
Emeralds, and can also be good for spreadwings and Black Petaltail.
Rita and I spent a couple pleasant hours (8:30-10:30) one Sunday
morning (22 July 2007). Despite fine sunshine early, odes did not start
flying until about 9:30 a.m. We missed petaltail here but did find
perched examples of both Ringed Emerald (below left) and American Emerald (below right). |
A gorgeous spot nearby is along Gumboot Creek,
the outflow of Gumboot Lake, as it crosses Road 26 (above & right).
There is a sylvan glade set among the conifers; there is a
crystal-clear gurgling creek; and there are numerous seeps and rivulets
that support a huge assemblage of the endemic pitcher-plant Darlingtonia californica.
Colorful butterflies flit about; the woods have birds and chipmunks;
the creek has native frogs; and there are dragonflies. It is a
naturalist's haven.
Darlingtonia californica,
also called the California Pitcher plant, Cobra Lily, or Cobra Plant
(below, left & right), is a carnivorous plant, the sole member of
the genus in the family Sarraceniaceae. It is endemic to Northern
California and Oregon, growing in bogs and seeps with running water.
IUCN has designated this plant as uncommon due to its rarity in the
field. It is just soooo impressive to see in growing in profusion. |
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Close
examination of the appendages on the female (above) showed that one of
them was broken off, a common occurrence, as I understand it, in some
species of mosaic darner.
This
particular female decided that turn-about was fair play. After flying
away from her tree-bark perch and securing an in-flight meal, she
returned to perch — not on the tree — but on my pants, and directly on
the 'naughty bits' (left, photo by Rita Carratello) as if to give a
close examination. What she concluded has not been revealed. |
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