Black-chinned red salamander
It had been an arduous drive from Florida to Tennessee. Traffic had been and continued to be heavy, the weather was warm, and scattered thunderstorms of considerable intensity had slowed traffic a bit. Drivers, often volatile, were inclined to be even more so when impeded in the slightest. We had long ago left FL behind us, a bit more recently said goodbye to Georgia, and were now bidding adieu to South Carolina. The destination of Cherokee, NC, was not too distant. As dusk enveloped us we were greeted at the NC state line by more thunder, lightning, and torrential rain. If this would just continue, the night, now hovering at 70F, should cool a bit more and be ideal for amphibian movement. A half hour later the sky was nearly clear, we had found a hotel, were lamenting the sun slowly dipping behind the curvature of the earth, had a bite to eat, and decided to continue for another 30 miles to our destination. At least traffic had thinned.

Roadsides were wet and we hope there was moisture enough to induce amphibian activity. But 30 minutes later, as thunder rumbled anew, we knew we wouldn’t have to worry. Lightning began strobing from cloud to cloud. First a gentle shower wet the woods and road, tyhen harder, and harder still. It was dark and the traffic had dwindled until there wasn’t a car in sight.

Spring peeper, Pseudacris crucifer, then another. WhoopsEurycea longicauda—a wood frog, Rana sylvatica,-missed it. An elk crossed the road. Was that a worm. Quick stop. No worm, but a Blue Ridge 2-lined salamander, Eurycea wilderae. And then another and another. Then a long-tailed salamander, Eurycea longicauda . More 2-lines and peepers. The Oconoluftee River was roaring over submerged rocks. Then 3 large salamanders in rapid succession—1 Black-chinned red, Pseudotriton ruber schencki, and 2 Blue Ridge spring salamanders, Gyrinophilus porphyriticus danielsi. Had to move over for a few cars. Another long-tail. And so it went for the next couple of hours. Then on a whim I turned into a darkened overlook, shuffled a few fallen leaves, and voila—a red cheeked salamander, Plethodon jordani. At each stop I took several photos, my flash vying with the lightning bolts, trying all the while to keep the camera dry. Managed to almost do that. New batteries needed in both camera and strobe.

Time to call it a night. Couldn’t have been better. Birding and (hopefully) bear watching tomorrow.

Motel, here we come.