Near Misses: Two Seasons at Nine Degrees
“Excuse me while I drop my trousers,” Alex said from a few paces behind me. The sound of Velcro unsticking followed this announcement. I kept my binoculars trained on the trees above, trying to see if their leaves had “winged rachises,” a concept I had only encountered in theory before this job. But it was hard to discern the leaf structure in the midday glare.