Back down the hill we walk for a little way. The meadows are looking very green
Behind us, the snow bed reminds me of the ocean waves. Here's me for scale by another snow pile. An immature yellow-rumped warbler lets me take his picture. The soft looking vegetation contrasts with the hard-looking mountain tops. On the road a brand new Black Swallowtail dries his wings in the sunshine.
There were lots of waterfalls, ranging from fast and loud...
...to small and dainty.
Tim spotted a bed of Crimson Columbines trying to get ready to bloom.
