Letter From the Desert: Down
I walked yesterday morning past a rather spectacular forest of cryptobiotic soil crusts, the crowns of each bit of crust towering over the terrain at 20 millimeters high or more. It was hot, already; maybe 99°F in the direct sun, which was the only option for the first 2.3 miles. Neither I nor my podcast cohost, who was trudging along with me gamely,1 ha…
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