That girl and I spent Monday at the cabin. While there, I completed my “homemade” kitchen light (see the photograph below). That girl finished installing blinds on a window and prepared for some extended stays this summer.
After finishing all of that early in the afternoon, we drove the Forest Service road up into the high stack of mountains above our little valley. The road soon turned rugged and impassable to all but four-wheel-drive vehicles. I switched my truck into four-wheel-drive and crawled up the flanks of the Continental Divide—up the mountains through shattered remnants of blow-down trees that had slashed across the road and only recently been cleared by crews with chainsaws.
At the top, we walked to the edge of a clearing to take in the snowcapped mountains across the Blackfoot Valley.
With my truck in four-low, we trickled back down through cuts in the mountain stone, pine forests, green grass, and wildflowers.
Wildflowers are the thing. I have trouble driving past them. I have an innate need to stop for a closer look. That girl and I must have stopped well over a dozen times so we could scramble from the truck and poke at the wildflowers. Photographing flowers is among my favorite pastimes.
Posted are a couple photographs of blue virgin’s bower. Though not as showy as some flowers, they have a striking shape. They range in the mountain chains extending from New Mexico to Montana. Also posted is a mixed patch of lupine and paintbrush, and, last but not least, a fairyslipper orchid. Though not much larger than your thumbnail, fairyslippers are ever a show-stopper.