Over spring break a few friends and I struck out from the windswept plains of Iowa on a herping expedition to the Ouachitas of Arkansas. On our first day, a drizzly, air as thick as pea soup sort of day, we scaled Rich Mountain looking for a salamander named after the mountain range it was found on. Sure enough, the wet weather coaxed this species out of the talus slopes it calls home and we were able to turn up several handsome chestnut individuals.
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