Mariposa Road: The First Butterfly Big Year [NOOK Book]


Part road-trip tale, part travelogue of lost and found landscapes, all good-natured natural history, Mariposa Road tracks Bob Pyle’s journey across the United States as he races against the calendar
in his search for as many of the 800 American butterflies as he can find. Like Pyle’s classic Chasing Monarchs, Mariposa Road recounts his adventures, high and low, in tracking down butterflies in his own low-tech, individual way. Accompanied by Marsha, his cottonwood-limb ...
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Part road-trip tale, part travelogue of lost and found landscapes, all good-natured natural history, Mariposa Road tracks Bob Pyle’s journey across the United States as he races against the calendar
in his search for as many of the 800 American butterflies as he can find. Like Pyle’s classic Chasing Monarchs, Mariposa Road recounts his adventures, high and low, in tracking down butterflies in his own low-tech, individual way. Accompanied by Marsha, his cottonwood-limb butterfly net; Powdermilk, his 1982 Honda Civic with 345,000 miles on the odometer; and the small Leitz binoculars he has carried for more than thirty years, Bob ventured out in a series of remarkable trips from his Northwest home. From the California coastline in company with overwintering monarchs to the Far Northern tundra in pursuit of mysterious sulphurs and arctics; from the zebras and daggerwings of the Everglades to the leafwings, bluewings, and border rarities of the lower Rio Grande; from Graceland to ranchland and Kauai to Key West, these intimate encounters with the land, its people, and its fading fauna are wholly original. At turns whimsical, witty, informative, and inspirational, Mariposa Road is an extraordinary journey of discovery that leads the reader ever farther into butterfly country and deeper into the heart of the naturalist.
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Editorial Reviews

Kenn Kaufman
“Toss out any notion you might have had about butterfly watchers and meet Bob Pyle: scientist and daredevil, philosopher and magician, pioneer and rebel, and the finest of companions for a vagabond journey. Follow him down the rip-roaring Mariposa Road and you’ll never look at a butterfly, or the world, in the same way again.”—Kenn Kaufman, author of Kingbird Highway
Michael M. Collins
“Lepidopterists will appreciate Bob’s sightings, chases, and captures, and natural history remarks on species both familiar and unknown. A reader with only a general interest in natural history can vicariously join Bob on his “rays,” enjoying the adventures, learn much about regional biotas, and either elect to look up specific butterflies in a field guide or choose not to. There is much for anyone among a wide readership to consume and ponder.”—Michael M. Collins, author of Moth Catcher
Francie Chew
Mariposa Road is at one and the same time both a serious endeavor in consciousness-raising in conservation biology, and a set of deeply personal reflections based on a lifetime of commitment to the conservation of invertebrates and butterflies in particular.”—Francie Chew, Tufts University
Molly Gloss
“In Mariposa Road we’re invited along as Bob Pyle crisscrosses the country on a yearlong hunt for butterflies.  He writes of the land and the creatures in it with such extraordinary vividness and grace—describes his adventures and unexpected challenges with such good humor—that we are borne aloft, we can see it all and love it, as he does.  You’ll never have so much fun armchair traveling!”—Molly Gloss, author of The Hearts of Horses
Scott Weidensaul
“What Roger Tory Peterson was for birds, Bob Pyle is for butterflies—their most impassioned advocate and ceaseless popularizer. From the dusty heat of Texas and the tropical lushness of Hawaii to the legendary outhouse of the Midnight Sun in the Alaskan Arctic, Pyle is a traveling companion who never grows dull.”—Scott Weidensaul, author of Of a Feather and Return to Wild America
Thomas Lovejoy
“A charming book, emanating from the traveling naturalist tradition of Roger Tory Peterson and James Fisher’s Wild America, and Edwin Way Teale’s four volumes on seasonal change of nature in America”—Thomas E. Lovejoy, University Professor of Environmental Science and Policy, George Mason University and Biodiversity Chair, The Heinz Center for Science, Economics and the Environment, Washington, D.C.
Martin Warren
"Mariposa Road is a mighty slice of North America, seen through the eyes of one of its most eloquent naturalists. During this Butterfly Big Year, Bob Pyle introduces us to the wonder of 478 species and with each encounter we get a unique insight into the places and people that make up modern America. For those of us in Britain, with a mere 57 species to tick, it is a real treat. This is extreme butterflying at its best, I wish I could have been with him."—Martin Warren, Chief Executive, Butterfly Conservation, Wareham, Dorset, U.K.
Seattle Times
“Armchair travelers who love a good yarn will find Pyle’s exuberance catching.”—Seattle Times
“Robert Michael Pyle’s expansive knowledge of the natural history of North America shines through.”—Orion
Wall Street Journal online
“For the seemingly ever-growing number of Americans who are just beginning to watch, photograph, and keep life-lists of butterflies, this book will be a revelation of how deep this passion can run.”—Wall Street Journal online
Kirkus Reviews

Ecologist Pyle (Sky Time in Gray's River: Living for Keeps in a Forgotten Place, 2007, etc.) goes in search of as many butterfly species as he can find north of the Mexican border during 2008.

The author took the notion of a "Big Year" from birding—to find, experience and identify as many of the creatures as one could in a single year. He is a low-tech guy, using just his old binoculars, butterfly nets, jalopy and good old-fashioned sense of adventure and wonder. An enthusiastic guide, Pyle chronicles 14 journeys from his house in southwest Washington. He stops frequently to smell the coffee and check out the roadside fennel for anise swallowtails, and he follows hunches, intuition and happenstance, all thoroughly primed by his deep schooling in butterflies. But the author is tuned into more than just his metalmarks, duskywings and checkerspots. After all, there's plenty more in the natural world to observe and remark upon, including countless other species of flora and fauna, strange foods and local ales, run-ins with the Border Patrol, odd encounters, stormy weather and bites of regional history. He travels on a shoestring, meanders freely and maintains an unjaded pleasure in simple pleasures, like a goatweed emperor flying alongside his car somewhere in Arkansas, and helpful friends along the way. Though he finds his share of habitat destruction and larvae being killed off by mosquito fogging in the wake of the West Nile virus, he encounters a healthy number and variety of butterflies.

The narrative is not just a sweet, unhurried travelogue; it can easily be used as a guidebook, as Pyle is scrupulous in detailing where and when he found each of the butterflies.

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780547527857
  • Publisher: Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
  • Publication date: 9/27/2010
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 576
  • Sales rank: 159,326
  • File size: 4 MB

Meet the Author

ROBERT MICHAEL PYLE is the author of fourteen books, including Chasing Monarchs, Where Bigfoot Walks, and Wintergreen, which won the John Burroughs Medal. A Yale-trained ecologist and a Guggenheim fellow, he is a full-time writer living in southwestern Washington.

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1. Something Nice in the Woodshed
Moments past midnight, January 1, 2008, I am sitting on an anvil block in the former smithy of our homestead in southwest Washington. Outside, a crust of frozen hail whitens the ground. The sun shone today, but it was cold — this is the frozen North, after all. Even so, I am looking up at a butterfly: first of the year — first individual, first species.
 I expected to begin among the orange of monarchs, hanging in their winter roosts in California. I’ll get to those soon enough. But the oranges I am actually looking at are those of rotted, rat-gnawed life jackets, the handle of a peavey, my Stihl chain saw, bar guard, and earmuffs; and that of a Sunkist oranges box, slug-eaten and full of kindling. The mellow, sun-dried oak in my woodpile is almost orange, though a little closer really to the Baltic amber of the Sierra Nevada Celebration Ale in my wineglass, lifted to the new year, the journey ahead, and this butterfly, which is also orange.
 I spotted it a few days ago when I came out here to the former smithy, now woodshed, for Christmas firewood: that unmistakable silhouette of a winter nymph, outlined against an algal-dimmed windowpane. Thrilled, I hoped it would still be here — not shifted, stirred by the day’s sun and hunkered down behind the woodpile, or eaten by a mouse — by New Year’s. I checked on it each day, resisting the temptation to tape or Velcro it down. Yet here it is: a live butterfly, ringing in the new year, north of the 46th parallel.
 A hibernating California tortoiseshell, it is perched in the upper left corner of the upper right pane of a six-eyed window on the north side of this outbuilding in the lower left corner of the upper left state in the Lower 48. Its spiny feet, or tarsi, grip the wooden window frame; its cloaked, closed wings almost graze the glazing. It has moved in the days since I first saw it, but only a slight reorientation. Sloppy cobwebs hang all over and around the window, but it has avoided them, and the big English hunting spiders are frozen or hibernating too. Handsaws and an old hand scythe hang on nails beside the window, old license plates stand up below. Canoe paddles, lawn rakes, a chipper, and a weedwhacker guard the sleeping creature.
 The tortoiseshell’s orange and black, which give it its name, barely show. Mostly I can see the dark bark brown of the underside, with straw patches and sea blue chevrons. The crenelated edges of the wings suggest a leaf, making the nymph cryptic in the forest, but not here, where it stands right out against the hail-reflected pallor outside the window. Maybe to a mouse it is a leaf in a cobweb. But to me, it is much more. How lucky to begin this Big Year right here, at home, rather than in some distant grove of gum trees. Thea told me she saw a tortoiseshell in here around Halloween — was it the same one? It’s got a couple of months to go. Good luck, little butterfly; and to me too. You are my beginning, and I hope to see you here when I return.

2. A Big Blow
After the holiday festivities and heavy preparations, I was still unready to take off on New Year’s Day. But on the second day of the year, I got away before 9 a.m. with 354,490.35 miles on Powdermilk’s odometer. Thea crossed the long bridge over the Columbia River to Astoria, Oregon, with me for a goodbye breakfast date at the Pig & Pancake. Parting was hard — but it wasn’t going to be the only time this year, nor the longest separation.
 I headed out across Youngs Bay and into the Lewis and Clark Valley, sodden, brown and green below, gray and white above. Downed trees, fresh stumps, and battered houses spoke to a recent, powerful storm. Driving through the dull, leaden landscape, I felt the first twinge of the solitude that would mark much of my time over the months to come. And then I felt an overwhelming drowsiness and had to take a nap already. A marginal narcoleptic since high school, I can never tell when I am going to have to pull over and take a snooze. With as far as I had to go, and no one to share the driving, that could be a problem.
 For now, I pulled into Fort Clatsop, part of the new Lewis and Clark National Historical Park. The weather was foul — much like that endured by Lewis and Clark themselves when they wintered here two hundred years ago. I napped beside a huge pile of fresh rounds from wind-thrown hemlocks, drugged by the overpowering scent of terpenes. When I came to half an hour later, I braved the rain to search under the eaves of picnic shelters and interpretive kiosks for more diapausing nymphalid butterflies — there were five or six more species that could conceivably be found this way — but saw only banana slugs. When I moved on, mist was settling into the early dark. Down the coast, the great lump of Haystack Rock loomed out of sea spray at Cannon Beach, and an October day I remembered, when the town was alive with butterflies on autumn flowers, seemed geologic ages away.
 Around ten, I settled into a rest area on the Trask River, south of Tillamook, on a dark and stormy coastal night. I’d made a bed from the back seat laid lengthwise, where the passenger seat used to be, propped on my book boxes and topped with a body pillow. I drank the miniature bottle of Tullamore Dew Irish whiskey that my stepdaughter, Dory, gave me in my Christmas stocking to toast the start, and that providential tortoiseshell. Cozy in my chrysalis, about as tight as a midwinter butterfly still months from emergence, I slept eight hours solid, safely out of the heavy rain that beat on Powdermilk’s protective roof. I awoke to Steller’s jay calls after the first night of many on my traveling pallet. The only other two vehicles in the rest area belonged to people living in their cars but, unlike me, not by choice.
 On many passes down the Oregon coast, Thea and I have stopped at Bear Creek Artichokes near Beaver, for both local produce and butterflies. The summer nectar was long gone or far in the future now, but I hoped to find a cabbage white caterpillar on the winter broccoli and kale fields. This tough introduced pierid is one of the only species one can sometimes see this far north active in the winter as a nonhibernating immature. We’d found a larva on our own kale back at Thanksgiving. But this time the fields at Bear Creek lay fallow. I stopped anyway for Longbottom coffee and a French Topaz apple, which I had on the Salmon River estuary in the sun, Sitka spruces and vine maples overhead, a rainbow to the east.
 The night was balmy on the buttoned-up waterfront of Bandon. The deserted pier was illuminated by an octopus, a seal, a shark, and other sea beasts all formed by Christmas lights. I thought of sleeping there, but a wandering constable dissuaded me. It was midnight when I went to ground at Ophir Wayside State Park north of Gold Beach, just about at the bottom of Oregon. Soon any semblance of mildness went out with the tide, as this wild night on the coast got under way.
 I bedded down in winds of true gale force, and I was grateful for my strong, warm holt. A tent would not have cut it. The blast rose to over eighty miles an hour, rocking Powdermilk like a cradle. Then still fiercer, less cradle than punching bag. I was afraid that Powdermilk might actually blow over, or a lamp standard come crashing down on us, or driftwood be cast up in my lap, for I was only yards from the shore. I realized that I should have parked end-on to the coast-wise wind, instead of broadside. I would have reoriented if I could have done so without opening the door, which easily could have blown right off. In any case, I slept very little.
 After a brief surcease the next day, the wind regained its edge and pinned me down. In the damp, hammering air, a heavy, bearded man in a Storey County Jeep Posse windbreaker and ball cap got out of a big, shiny red F-150 to walk a dachshund for a pee. The dog had on a little yellow rain slicker, but the wind blew it over his head, so the man gave up and took it off. Breasting the blow to pee myself, I saw there was plenty of cakile here. This succulent mustard, also known as beach radish, comes in two species along the West Coast, one introduced and the other possibly indigenous. Cakile and cabbage whites have coadapted to the Pacific beaches, so that in summer you can find the whites tossing like bits of sea foam right down to the tide line. These wide-ranging species are beach buddies around many a northern shoreline. I’d planned to comb the cakile at Coquille, but it was dusk when I got there, so I checked the radishes here. I combed a stretch of wind-battered beach bashed by high gray seas, poked under driftwood, on marah straw in the dunes, and under the bathroom eaves: no cabbage white chrysalides.
 Three brown pelicans came coasting into the wind, shooting the tubes, making slow, careless headway south. Would I make any more speed against this wind than they? I wondered. After resisting it for years, I’d finally agreed to carry a cell phone for the trip, mostly for the family’s peace of mind, and so Thea could reach me if she needed to. Now I used the unfamiliar implement to beg a bed for the night in Eureka. There would be a warm welcome and a fine dinner, eve, and overnight to come with Redwood Coast naturalists Tom and Sue Leskiw, and excellent Indica India Pale Ale at the Lost Coast Brewery’s Eureka Alehouse. But first, many more miles to cover. Blow, winds, blow!
 Highway 101 curled past Otter Point and on across the Rogue River into Gold Beach. This should be one of the great town approaches anywhere. But in a stroke of world-class philistinism, a big plastic Motel 6 sign stood out on the forested hillside, directly framed by the Art Deco pillars of the historic bridge. North of Brookings, yellow-flowered hillsides kicked in — but it was European gorse, not the native spring goldfields. Equally exotic pyracantha and pampas grass violated the verges southward, but there were protected acres too, and botanical waysides, and Oregon Dunes National Recreation Area, all among the wind-driven gray and occasional sun splashes on the waves. Then, for the first of many entries I would make this year, came California. “Entering Smith River, Easter Lily Capital of the World,” read the sign, followed by one of the best street names ever: Wonder Stump Road.


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Table of Contents

Foreword: Why a Butterfly Big Year?

Ray One Cabbages and Kings

1 Something Nice in the Woodshed 3

2 A Big Blow 5

3 Talk to Me of Mendocino 9

4 Not Too Mediocre Monarchs 14

5 Bixby Creek and Beyond 21

6 Ventura Highway 28

7 Protecting Our Borders 35

8 The Crows of Capistrano 44

Ray Two East to Atala

1 Stuck in Lodi Again 53

2 Life Valley 58

3 Oil Caps and Crawdads 62

4 On to Sanibel 69

5 The Blue Frog 73

6 The Crooked Way to Kissimmee 81

7 Easter with Andy 89

8 Beach Lady Day 97

9 Lost and Found 105

10 April Fool 110

11 Travels in Georgia 114

12 Going to Graceland 121

13 Delta Blues 126

14 High Points and Low 132

15 Descent into Hope 137

16 From Hope to Hell 144

17 Twenty-six Miles, Take One 153

18 California Blues 156

19 Double Scotch on the Rocks 163

Ray Three Hunting for Hairstreaks I

1 Obscura 171

2 hesseli 176

3 perplexa 184

Ray Four Hunting for Hairstreaks II

1 hermes 195

2 thornei 199

3 avalona, Take Two 203

Ray Five North to Alaska

1 Murphy Dome Day 213

2 Eagle Summit 220

3 Over Atigun 228

4 Down the Dalton 236

5 Arctic Solstice 241

Ray Six Land O'Lincoln (Wending with Wiker)

1 Baltimore at Last 249

2 Frit City 254

3 Garden Party of the Goddesses 259

Ray Seven Yosemite Run

1 Leona 267

2 Fandango 275

3 Tioga 279

4 McCloud 286

Ray Eight Colorado Kid

1 UP to Uncompahgre 291

2 Gothic Tale 297

3 Deep Purple 303

Ray Nine Close to Home

1 Olympica Arctica 311

2 Dumpster Dive 316

3 Astarte Arising 321

4 Over the Mistletoe 327

Ray Ten To Kingdom Come and Back

1 Lochsa Road 335

2 Christina 341

3 Nokomis 346

4 Down East for Coppers 352

5 Dukes Up! 356

6 Oh, Oh, Diana 362

7 Majestic, Lovely, and Beauty 369

8 Wake Up, Little Susie 375

9 A Pink Sphinx 381

10 The Ghost of KB 388

Ray Eleven East of the Pecos

1 Great White 393

2 Carole, How Could You? 398

3 Havasu-Gila 404

4 Have Some Madera, Minerva? 411

5 Terloot and Geronimo 417

6 The Red Satyr 423

7 Floyd, June, and Ben 430

8 By-Catch 436

9 Carolina in the Diner 441

10 On a Mission 444

11 The Bee Caves 449

12 Rio Grande Sur 455

13 Bog Hopper 460

Ray Twelve Back and Forth

1 Tejas Thanksgiving 473

2 Laguna in Winter 482

Ray Thirteen Kauai Blues

1 Kahili 491

2 Koke'e 497

3 Kailua 503

Ray Fourteen Keys to the Highway

1 More Purple 513

2 Miami Blue 519

3 The Last Butterfly 525

4 Home 534

Afterword Coulda Done Better, But I Don't Mind 537

Appendix Statistics and Species Tally 544

Acknowledgments 556

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  • Posted February 12, 2011

    Travellers, butterfly watchers, and naturalists will love it !

    The book is a narrative of a year spent searching for butterflies across the USA. It is special for many reasons. For one Pyle did not take it overly seriously. The book contains much adventure, humor, and information. An excellent read !

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 19, 2014

    for the person who prefers non fiction

    And national geografic reader wonder if related to the other pyle howard of book fame and art? Buska

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 2, 2013

    Apprentices den

    For four

    0 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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