Old Salt.
Another of the salt lakes.
The trailhead.
A Harris's Hawk to welcome me.
Engulfed in the chortling calls of sandhill cranes in flight.
A walk up the trail.
A small pond on the way.
A morning vulture liftoff.
The approach to the lake.
And the view.
A look back.
Salt harvesting equipment decaying in neglect.
This is my second trip here recently. It turns out we have a salt scientist among our friends. (Yes, that really is a thing.) I made a trip here to collect a sample, but it didn't turn out like I wanted. I didn't have the right tools, and the hard crusty sample I collected came with a lot of dirt and debris attached.
So this time I returned with more sophisticated scientific equipment.
And was able to scrape off a top layer of salt to collect a much cleaner sample.
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