I was innocently shuffling along a hiking trail in the Chiricahua Mountains checking that each plant and tree had been correctly named when I came across an Emory Oak.
It was clearly not a Mexican Blue Oak as it had originally been label by someone.
I can only imagine the fury and anger of the botanist who encountered this mislabeled tree. He (or she) must have jumped in his (or her) car and driven the 10 miles back to Portal (a small store in the middle of nowhere in south-eastern Arizona) and bought a Sharpie (felt tip pen) and rushed back to correct this sign.
Can you imagine an entire generation of kids growing up in South-Eastern Arizona thinking that an Emory Oak was a Mexican Blue Oak?