Crawling like a baby on sticks, through sticks, and with sticks in my hair.  Branches grab my shoelaces and refuse to let go, trapping me in a maze of manzanita, chamise, and coyote brush so thick it's difficult to see my friend just six feet away.  But today we're on a mission, and even the new rips in my pants can't stop me.  Finally, the extreme bushwhacking pays off, and I find my prize: a small patch of Layne's butterweed (Packera layneae), a small and…