A couple of months ago, a friend and I sit out to explore an area in the Oregon Cascades it was a really long drive. For some reason, the night before, I was only able to sleep for an hour. On the trip there, I slept all the way.
When we arrived, I got out and started my legs. The elevation was pretty high, so the temperature was low. There was ice on every mud puddle, on the lakes, and in the creeks. We hiked along the creek through mature alpine fir- Abies lasciocarpa it was a lovely area. After a short hike, my friend sat down on a boulder to smoke her marijuana. I do not partake, so I wanted something to do while she sat there and got stoned.
I wandered off and happened to stumble across a mostly dead broom in an alpine fir
There were a couple of twigs that were barely alive, so I took some scions for grafting. Early November isn't ideal for grafting, but I can't see being able to get in there January or February.
I am not going to get my hopes up, but I will be glad if one succeeds.
I used to get really frustrated when there was an interesting mutation that I couldn't collect easily. There have been a few that I haven't had success with- either because they are inaccessible, the land owner ignored my request for access, or other reasons. Such is life. Sometimes it seems life is too complex and out of our control to freak out about everything that doesn't go our way.
My perspective has changed in the past few years. It isn't that I don't get pissed off at shit. It's just that I fight against the shit coming down less. I guess.
