Hello friends! Alejandro and Ursa here. We’re kicking off another monarch bike ride with a return to our Wenas Road site. After planting some seeds we recorded the sound of the wind against the foliage:
A windy dirt road returns, looking out. Land punctured by burned trees, dried buckwheat, and balsam root. Speaks through the wind in language undeciphered.
Translation: “We remember you.”