I never realize how hard winter is on me until it begins to end. The first warm day in spring where I begin to notice the budding trees and sprouting plants. Its like I peel off a dry husk that has grown over me during the winter and awake from a dream of ice skates, short days spent in endless hours on computer screens, frozen sidewalks, and dark nights. As the clouds begin to lift my eyes very quickly check the summits still shrouded in winter. How long before I can begin climbing again? I’ll try a few hikes to lower destinations realize its too soon then retreat back into the deserts which don’t close in the winter and can be quite pleasant in the spring. But I can feel the mountains calling, even as the spring flowers break out of their own winters’ sleep, inviting me upwards to the summits.

Hypsotactic. My usual dictionary is useless for this one. I find the more focused my interests get the less useful the general dictionary is. Google can’t help me either, it keeps trying to correct the spelling. Okay, time for the primary literature. The papers give contextual definitions “connected with prominent isolated and contrasting objects visually present in relatively dry situations“. I try again and end up with the somewhat simpler definition “attracted to and moving towards prominent objects on the horizon”. Why do I bring this up? Well, ladybugs are attracted to mountains also.

In an effort to get my hiking season started early one year I determined to hike a large but overlooked mountain in the nearby range. While Buckley Peak is taller than its neighbors it is dwarfed by the ridge line behind it. It lacked the distinct cliffs and urban art that decorated the smaller peaks and as a result there was no trail to the summit. Being early in the season the mountain consisted of grassy slopes, still-sleeping scrub oak, and a cap of snow. After seven hours of bushwhacking, bouldering, and squishing through snowfields we made the summit and were delighted to find a sunny, dry patch of rocks sticking out of the snow. It was here on top of the mountain that I discovered thousands of ladybugs.

They were gathered in thick clumps, crawling about, not eating, not flying, just hanging out like convention goers between sessions. We were at 9000 feet, in March, on a mountain peak mostly covered in snow. What on earth were ladybugs doing climbing mountains? I unleashed my curiosity online. Hippodamia convergens, or the convergent lady beetle, is very common in the United States and is well documented to seek out mountain summits as a place to spend the winter. Indeed, collectors will often visit these places of congregation (called hibernacles) in order to capture large quantities to sell as biocontrols on the overpopulous aphids which frequently infest rose bushes. Ok, so ladybugs do this intentionally. Lots of animals migrate as a means of dealing with winter. But why are these adorable little beetles are migrating to colder, harsher environments in the winter?

There are a few theories about the behavior although the scholars seem unconvinced by any of them. First off there are other species of lady beetle that do it, in Asian and Europe at least. that’s where that word comes in, hypsotactic. They think the lady beetles fly towards whatever object is most prominent on the horizon which is how they all end up at the same mountain peak. They do this in the fall before it gets too cold to fly (they can’t fly when it is colder than about 54 F) and food supplies start to get low. But they migrate from a place where there is little food to a place where there is no food. Plus, it gets cold on mountains, and in the winter it stays cold for a long time. The cold-blooded lady beetles would be trapped until the mountains warm enough for them to fly again, well after the valley floors are warm and productive again.

It’s possible that the lady beetles are gathering to mate, by congregating from over a large area they can mix genetics quite nicely. Except, they only mate sometimes. Other times they fly back to the valley and mate there. Also, not all lady beetles migrate to mountain tops. Some (perhaps the near-sighted ones) will congregate in leaf litter or under logs and spend their winter there. One theory was that some of the parasitic fungus that can kill them can’t live at the high elevation; except it can. It’s possible that they go up there to avoid predation, figuring that if its hard for lady beetles to live up there it must be hard for their predators also. But no one has proven that one yet either.

I imagine the behavior must be ingrained in them. A ladybug emerges from the egg to a nice warm world filled with sugary aphids to eat. As a child I watched the black larvae gorging themselves on the little green bugs that filled my mother’s rose bushes. Eventually they get big enough to metamorphize into a full red-coated adult. Now with the gift of flight they flutter around hunting for more aphids, maybe some pollen, or perhaps another ladybug so they can lay another bunch of eggs. Those eggs may hatch that same year and another generation will proliferate in the warm sunny world. Then, without ever having experienced it themselves, they somehow know winter is coming.. They turn towards the horizon and look for shadows, for something tall. Instead of short flights they fly up into the wind currents and travel as much as 37 miles a day. They congregate in their mountaintop hibernacles where they huddle together and use stored fat to survive the winter (even ladybugs can be fat).

When spring finally comes to the mountaintop they scatter. It doesn’t seem to be a homing behavior, where they return to the place where they came from. They just sort of all wander wherever. They start looking for food and eventually make their way down the mountain back to the aphid-laden rose bushes, like those in my mother’s garden.

Maybe they climb mountains to escape from predators or parasitic fungus. Maybe they do it to exchange ideas with each other or meet potential mates. Maybe some of us just have to get away from the pressure of eating sugar bugs on a bed of roses now and then. Maybe they have to go on their own spirit quest where they search out the edge of survival in order to better understand the nature and purpose of life. Or maybe, and perhaps probably, they have no idea why they get that irresistible urge to fly towards the highest point that overlooks their world, they just do it.

Nephi has come back from Jerusalem with the brass plates. They are camping in the valley of Lemuel, unique in the fact that it has a regular source of water in the stream that flows through it. He has also brought Zoram and Ishmael and his family to the encampment. They spend some time in the valley as a respite from the wilderness and there Lehi has a vision of the tree of life. He tells the story to his growing family and tells them to some extent of the history of the Jews, specifically the coming of a Messiah who would save them.

Nephi desires to understand the dream of his father and so asks the Lord about it. He is given a tour of history by an angel where each object in the Lehi’s dream is attached to a moment or event in the upcoming history of his people. He sees the birth of Christ and the coming of European colonists. He sees the establishment of the United States and the restoration of the gospel. He even sees the end of the world though he does not tell us of it. He gives particular detail about his own descendants, even that:

The seed of my brethren did contend against my seed, according to the word of the angel; and because of the pride of my seed, and the temptations of the devil, I beheld that the seed of my brethren did overpower the people of my seed.

1 Ne 12:19

Nephi has just seen the destruction of his people. He watched the thousand years of history as his children spread over the Promised Land he was then trying to reach. He saw his nephews and nieces split away from his children and saw them fight in great wars. He saw Jesus Christ come out of the clouds to visit them and bring them together in peace for three generations. And he saw the filthy waters divide them again until the day the children of his brothers waged an extinction war against his own descendants. He probably saw Mormon overseeing those final battles and the lonely end of Moroni, the last of all the Nephites.

Upon awaking from the dream he walks into his father’s tent and sees his brothers arguing over the meaning of Lehi’s Dream. The brothers whose children will someday wage war on his own for nearly a thousand years. He writes:

And it came to pass that I was overcome because of my afflictions, for I considered that mine afflictions were great above all, because of the destruction of my people, for I had beheld their fall.

1 Ne 15:5

He then indicates that after he receives strength he intercedes between his brothers. Did Nephi faint? Did he fall over? Did he just sit down to mourn the beginnings of all those generations of conflict? It is important to remember how old Nephi was. He was of large stature, sure but this is still near the beginning of his story. He is the young man who has just distressed over slaying Laban. He is also unmarried. They have picked up the daughters of Ishmael with one of them standing up for him when his brothers threaten his life (again) in the desert. He has met the girl he will marry and immediately following the account of this vision he marries her. So this is a young man, about to take a wife and full of dreams of his future family. This is the Nephi that has just seen the ultimate destruction of his unborn children, still but a twinkle in his eye.

Nephi reflects on the experience later, after sailing to the new land and watching his father die. He lives through the final separation between himself and his brothers as he flees into a new wilderness in the promised land. He has children and sees the rising of the new generation. He writes:

O the pain, and the anguish of my soul for the loss of the slain of my people! For I, Nephi, have seen it, and it well nigh consumeth me before the presence of the Lord; but I must cry unto my God: Thy ways are just.

2 Ne 26:7

And then again at the end of his writings:

But I, Nephi, have written what I have written, and I esteem it as of great worth, and especially unto my people. For I pray continually for them by day, and mine eyes water my pillow by night, because of them; and I cry unto my God in faith, and I know that he will hear my cry. And I know that the Lord God will consecrate my prayers for the gain of my people. And the words which I have written in weakness will be made strong unto them;

2 Ne 33:3-4

This Nephi doesn’t write like a young man. He writes like a grandfather, a patriarch. A man who has spent his life raising a family in some exceptionally difficult circumstances. A father who fought with the sword to protect his children from his own brothers. A son who carried his father’s prophetic mantle when his father wearied of bearing it. And throughout his life in all of those struggles he carried the haunting memory of the ultimate demise of his people. How would that vision change your wedding day? How would it temper the day your first child is born? Or your grandchildren? This is the Nephi who cries out in the great psalm:

O then, if I have seen so great things, if the Lord in his condescension unto the children of men hath visited men in so much mercy, why should my heart weep and my soul linger in the valley of sorrow, and my flesh waste away, and my strength slacken, because of mine afflictions? And why should I yield to sin, because of my flesh? Yea, why should I give way to temptations, that the evil one have place in my heart to destroy my peace and afflict my soul? Why am I angry because of mine enemy?

Awake, my soul! No longer droop in sin. Rejoice, O my heart, and give place no more for the enemy of my soul. Do not anger again because of mine enemies. Do not slacken my strength because of mine afflictions. Rejoice, O my heart, and cry unto the Lord, and say: O Lord, I will praise thee forever; yea, my soul will rejoice in thee, my God, and the rock of my salvation.

2 Ne 4:26-30

Remember who his enemies are who make him so angry? The rebellious older brothers who conspired to kill him again and again, who would pass their hatred on to their children such that for hundreds of years wars would be fought again and again between their descendants until all of Nephi’s kids would be gone, down to the last Moroni. The same brothers of whom Nephi writes:

And it came to pass that I did frankly forgive them all that they had done

1 Ne 7:21