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You’ve no doubt heard of bird watchers who enjoy birding but do you know that there are folks who botanize? Folks that will spend hours kneeling on the ground, looking at tiny plants and referring to big books with small print in hopes of keying the individual plant out to its species? I took a botany class sponsored by the Methow Conservancy this winter in hopes of at least being able to figure out the genus of plants I find in the wild. For me to determine the species on my own is often too much to expect. Making it even more difficult is the ‘powers that be’ in the botany world recently reorganized the plant families, moving them around in a manner that doesn’t even seem to make much sense to the local experts in the field. So any field guides that are now in hand are out of date with the current information. This happens in the bird world also. Whenever a new birding field guide comes out, the species are in a different order and some species are split and some are lumped. With flowers, there are so many more species to learn that it becomes an even greater challenge.

All that being said, our botany class went on a field trip this past weekend to the lower Grand Coulee area. It’s a little warmer down there although it did not feel like it on Saturday and it gets less snow so the flowers are ahead of what we are seeing here in the Methow Valley. It is an area of dramatic basalt coulees dotted with many lakes and seeps. The habitat is primarily shrub-steppe with sagebrush being the dominant plant. We stopped first at Dry Falls to look at plants of the lithosol (thin rocky soil) habitat. Then we went to Lake Lenore Caves and also Sun Lakes State Park to see a dry vernal pond and to observe the Hooker’s Balsamroot.

I have named these plants to the best of my abilities. There may be errors in spelling and species.

From Sandon, we drove the long, narrow, bumpety bump road to the trailhead for Idaho Peak. This road system is a result of silver mining and logging in the region. I did not find the elevation at the trailhead; the peak itself is 7480 feet and the trail to it is about a mile. Much of it is a gentle grade with a steep section to get you to the mountaintop. The wildflowers were prolific and quite beautiful. The BC Rockies stretch out in all directions. They are incredibly tall and steep and the valleys below all seem to have long deep lakes, reminiscent of coastal fjords.

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Life has kept me busy here at home with lots of work in June followed by visitors for ten days. While I am grateful for lots of work and happy to have our visitors from far away, I missed getting out in the mountains in the early summer when the snow first began to retreat leaving wildflowers in its wake. Yesterday I got up to Harts Pass and hiked on part of the Pacific Crest Trail and enjoyed vast views and flowers and a few remaining snow patches. Luna and I were joined by her pal Wyatt Ann, my friend Lindsey and her three dogs – Moose, Mavi and Little Bear. We were a pack. The weather was perfect – not too hot and we had a lovely day in the mountains again.

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Fabulous rocks with wonderful lichen patterns

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Slate Peak lookout in the distance

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Buttercups

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I think this is a Veronica or Speedwell

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A succulent sedum

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Polemonium sp?

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Such a beautiful shade of blue

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One of the many penstemons

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Lewisia Columbiana

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Great patches of the Lewisia

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Contrasted with burned trees on the far hillside

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Castilleja or paintbrush

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The creeks in this valley are already drying up.

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Little Bear is both playful and independent

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Wyatt Ann is a deep thinker

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Cairns don’t always point out the way

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Mavi is happy for the snow to cool his belly

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Wyatt Ann is wondering where do we go next?

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Phlox

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Dead trees tell stories

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Rocks are maps

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What stories do you see?

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Anemone

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A waterleaf

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Crossing the big talus slope where the pikas and hoary marmots live. Little Bear is leading the way. Behind Lindsey are Mavi, Luna, Moose and Wyatt Ann who has come back to check on me. Normally Moose and I lagged far behind.

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An old log with character

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This month started out unseasonably hot and we worried that the green hills would soon be brown. The weather gods have taken care of that worry. There has been rain most everyday for the last couple of weeks, it seems. Maybe I only remember the wet days and have forgotten that some were sunny? I have gotten used to wearing my rain gear. Yesterday by the time we returned to the car, my shoes sloshed. But still, it was gorgeous – green lush grasses and lots of wildflowers still in bloom. Our dogs enjoyed the temperature and ran and ran and ran.

 

Mary Ann has told me about these delicate flowers that are found along the lower part of the trail

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Geum triflorum also known as prairie smoke or old man’s whiskers

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A large patch of balsamroot

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Old aspen trees

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Frida

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This majestic pine tree is slowly dying

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Aphids on a Lomatium seed head

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Another seed head without aphids on the same plant

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Looking back, to the south. You can see tiny Deadhorse Lake in the distance

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Tiny yellow composites with bitterroot buds surrounding

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Blue penstemon and the yellow composite

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And with a buckwheat

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Same type of buckwheat with tightly closed buds

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Blue gray sky. Green hills. In the foreground, the pale pink spots are all bitterroot about to bloom.

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Frost Lake, known by other names is just one of several lakes that dot these hills

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Grouse droppings

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Thompson’s paintbrush

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Tuesday was our second anniversary! Two years already! Can you believe it? This one was kind of bittersweet because our old dog, Sam died on Monday. It’s hard to celebrate when you are missing one of your best friends. The weather didn’t help. We were scheduled to have a hot air balloon ride however it wasn’t to be. Curt, from Morning Glory Balloons said ‘it’s better to be on the ground wishing to be in the air rather than in the air wishing to be on the ground’.

Mid-morning we set out to walk to our wedding spot. The forecast promised rain; there was no doubt of it. The overcast skies said that too. It’s a short hike and the wildflowers are still beautiful up there. We started out enjoying the colorful displays and the greens that were enhanced by the light and rainfall. The birds sang their songs of spring and showed off their colorful plumages too.

After we crossed the first gate on the wildlife area, that all changed. Cows were already pastured up there. Their looming dark square bodies were everywhere with small calves following them around. The spring scents were replaced with the acrid stenches of fresh manure and urine all along the trail. Green grasses and wildflowers were trampled. Their loud mooing covered the bird song. We kept Luna on a leash in order to prevent any cow/dog incidents that might arise. She probably felt safer close to us. The cows had not reached the knoll where we were married so we enjoyed a few minutes and relished the happiness we have shared for two (well more like eight) years now and tried not to think about the cows and Sam too. Then we retraced our steps and went to town for lunchtime pizza at the bakery.

 

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What causes this red on maple leaves?

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They only reluctantly got off the trail to let us pass.

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The view from the wedding spot. Moccasin Lake with Patterson Mountain in the background.

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Early buckwheat flowers

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Pensive

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Happy

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Lupine

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I could not pick a favorite

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Ken reads an anniversary poem to me

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Two!

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We walked to the same place a year ago. You can images from that day here.