Wild Flowers

Last week’s hike around Naches Peak was magical. Bright sunshine, mid-70 temperatures, and peekaboo looks at Mt Rainier certainly contributed to the magic, but wildflowers in full bloom seemed most magical of all.

Surely these fields

must have inspired the Impressionists.

Who could tire, no matter how steep the trail, when bouquets of lupine and Indian Paintbrush line the trail,

cover meadows, 

vanish into deep forests?

And if one should tire, what better way to refresh the soul than to stop

and become one with such beauty?

What do you think?

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