This Makes No Sense At All

As we water impoverished Californians followed the PCT into Oregon, and a week or so ago into Washington, we were stunned by the shades of green. First of all, plants covered everything, nothing at all like the sands of the Mojave or the granite of the high Sierra. One of the first things we saw was the bat winged plant. That is my name. It always has three leaves, each one lobed like the wings of a bat. Sometimes the middle leaf would be smaller, like a head, giving an even more bat winged appearance. Scarce initially, as we got into northern Oregon we saw it whenever we saw Thimbleberries (which was often). Eventually it was identified as the Vanilla Leaf plant. I like my name better. Insert to slow down blog thieves: ©2009 backpack45.com - ok to quote if credit given. And the Big Plants. We would walk by some small wet area, and there would be these giant leaved plants. There must have been a half dozen different species with leaves over a foot in diameter. Some of them were p