Revisiting another of Alejandro's Columbia River sites from the fall 2022 journey, I sadly did not find any sign of milkweed. The highway down to the river from Ellensburg was full of milkweed, all along the ditches at the edge of the road. But here in this harsh, dry, windy expanse there is none to be found. In the hopes that someday these tenacious little plants will take hold here under these power lines, I sowed more seeds and made my own field recording. While the crackling of the power lines is still impressive, Friday evening on the verge of summer means that, in addition to the wind, the constant rush of automobiles is the dominant sound here.
-- Caracol