Once I found the old Yaqui Well I noticed several white butterflies racing up and down the path patrolling and doing battle over territory. Further along I round the source of nectar and a beautiful Western White butterfly (Pontia accidentalis). I have finally learned that just because something looks familiar it is often the western version and therefore just a little different. So this was not a West Virginia White.
"At a casual glance, nothing seemed to live here except the few plants which had clawed deep into the earth, defying wind and heat alike . . . But this was deceptive. The desert nurtured a whole world of living things of its own." -- Edward Maddin Anisworth, author