By Jayna Sames February 2016 “I didn’t bring my hip waders. I thought I was moving to the desert!” I jokingly responded to the two other interns, Abby and Anne, as I walked through the conservancy doorway soaking wet in short sleeves, shorts, and dripping Keen sandals. I had returned from an excursion to the Shoshone pupfish ponds where I was given...