We were still running late, but at least the heeler sisters and I were well down the interstate before the sun came up.

Then another morning of weaving through the gas field roads, still lined with the remains of winter.

Checked five strutting grounds, with grouse on four of the five.

Then back into the snow maze

to scout routes to other leks, for yet another morning.

Without much luck. Most the rest of the desert is still snowed in.

Perhaps we'll sleep in tomorrow.