The Great Plains stretch in gently measured expanses for over a thousand miles before ultimately washing up against the stately peaks of the Rocky Mountain Front in Montana. The Front is where the boundless meets the formidable, and here, each spring, amid a symphony of contrasting colors and beautifully sculpted peaks, a most breathtaking convergence unfolds. Like waves crashing upon a rock-strewn shore, the grasses of the plains surrender and give way to sprawling displays of wildflowers ascending the foothills and then scrambling up the flanks of the Rocky Mountains themselves.
This
year, the flowers are particularly prolific and showy. Expansive flourishes of
arrowleaf balsamroot are attended by more modest displays of penstemon,
larkspur, and lupine.
I am
sharing a few images I captured with Desiree during a six-hour drive along the
Front.
Awash
With Arrowleaf Balsamroot
Meeting
the Mountains
Desiree
at the Sun River Game Range
—Mitchell
Hegman
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