Green, H. 1993 July 24 (continued) The pond at the head of this canyon. We set up our tent near there. Beautiful peaceful dusk, various birds & occasional bullfrogs calling, night hawks flying by. Big sliver of a moon, lots of stars, thinking about Joe T. Marshall camping in these mountains from decades ago -- he would have known all the nocturnal bird noises. We were awakened early next morning (4:05 am?) by a very noisy raven conversation, and earlier I heard an animal tumble cobbles on the slope ~30 m away. Maybe a deer -- there are lots of droppings here and a small adult's carcass near the dry stream crossing just below camp -- chest and forelimbs all eaten away so perhaps a lion kill (seems too big for a bobcat to have done it). July 25 Cloudless blue sky at 0730 h, after breakfast. My altimeter reads ~1595-1620 m in the floor of Little Scotia Canyon near our campsite, but I haven't calibrated it since leaving Berkeley. Fred Wilson & Phil Pugliesi (his brother-in-law) arrived from Tucson @ 0745h and we set out to check the snakes (Fred to detailed notes). All of the C. willardi are in the same places, except that C. willardi ♀ #14 (gravid) is back under a red rock she has used in the past. No one is basking -- e.g., C. willardi ♀ #15 is several cm back in her crevice, head looking out. In our main study canyon Fred spotted an adult ♂ C. lepidus, and Phil a smaller one near C. willardi ♂ #8 -- w/in 10 m. They left after lunch. Kelly saw