Wildflower Trail

Every color of the rainbow was represented in the wildflowers. Some technically weeds but equally beautiful. Red paintbrush. Pink wild rose. Yellow sunflower. Blue broadbeard beardtongue and mountain blue eyed grass.  Purple fleabane and sticky geranium. White sweet-clover and bear grass. Their names as complex as their petal structure. The black char on the burnt lodge pole pines provided a perfect backdrop to enhance the brilliant palette. The white rock cliffs and bright green vegetation were gleaming with contrast.  The vivid color and bold variety was breathtaking. The trail meandered with the river through an old forest fire. The forest was silent, still and hot. The lack of leaves on the burnt trees provided no shade. Under the hot afternoon sun the creatures were hidden, away from the heat and out of our sight. The stems of the flowers were stretching out from the cliffs at an uncomfortable angle. Reaching as far as they could to be closer to the sun's rays.

Top Right: This hilarious little plant was as soft as it was crazy looking. I named it the Bed Head Plant.
 Straight out of Dr. Seuss' imagination!

Stopped to scout for fish in this freezing mountain pond.

Dylan cut up fire wood for our back yard fires and camping trips.

On the way in we saw this little mama and her spotted baby trying their best to remain unseen.