Last weekend, my family went rock-climbing in the Wyoming Range. Even though Jim and I were much better at it 25 years/pounds ago, it was a blast. Cass will head off to college next month, so these are the good times. I’m not looking forward to the empty-nest thing at all, and am considering that I might need one of the items from this list: a pair of baby yaks; a Haflinger horse; a Harley Davidson trike; or a snow kite – something to fill what will be a huge chasm in our daily lives at the ranch. Feel free to provide your view, or weigh in on the list.
Anyway, the wildflowers were in full bloom all over the mountains. We climbed some limestone cliffs above a snowfield and there were flowers blooming out of cracks in the rock wall. Here are a few photos from the outing. Please understand that I seem to have a short attention span when it comes to wildflower photography, so if I see a bug on a flower, it’s the bug that gets my attention. The first flower is a columbine; the second is a wild flax; the bee is on some unidentified purple pretty thing; the fourth is my short-attention span thing; I have no idea what species are in the last two photos. Anyone want to help me out?
