But he has a reverence, an awe even, for native plants. It's like trying to explain to someone else why you have such a close attachment to your children or something. It comes out in his fondness for field trips in his pickup truck. It comes out in his gruffness with those scientific peers who would still like to plant Utah's public range with four introduced species of forage grass. Bouncing back toward the highway, he points out a native bluebunch wheatgrass.
People say crested wheatgrass is such great forage.
He pauses to avoid a huge bump in the road. I say no, we haven't. We're losing insects. This guy probably loves it. He doesn't have weeds.