There I go again. Tooting that horn. How does it happen that I made some four different trips to White Tank Mountains Regional Park, west of Sun City West, Arizona, and see a “U?” Not just a “U” but a “U all year” according to Jeffrey Glassberg in his Second Edition of A Swift Guide to Butterflies of North America?
You ask where did I see this Arizona Powdered Skipper? I found this arroyo (bone dry creek bed) and worked it for many hundreds of feet. It was summer, and very, very few flowers could be seen. That kind of made it scientific. Find a plant sporting tiny flowers, and wait there some minutes. That stratum paid off several times, including the arrival of this hard to find gem.
Do I recommend this work for the faint of heart? NO. On a later trip I almost didn’t make it out of the arroyo, me lulled by that ‘I can go a little farther than I went the day before’ . . . until without Warning! I nearly lost all motor ability (Heat stroke?) and was too stupid to use my cell to Get Help (I’m a man, for sure, Yes, “man”). I managed to work my way out, most have looked like a drunk, hauling myself from bush to another bush, sitting in the modest shade of said bush, and repeating this again and again. I never interrupted “911” even if I could have hailed them on my cell. It’s tough being a “Man!”
Advice: If you’re shooting in an Arizona arroyo on a late summer morning, DO NOT DO SO ALONE.