Paintbrush on the Mountainside

I think the highlight of my camping trip was probably the hike up into the Cavell Meadows on Mount Edith Cavell. It was probably one of the first places I ever hiked in the mountains, which makes it special for me. I should see if I can find pictures from 1998 - it was raining the day we were there - I have a picture of my best friend E. in a rainbow sweater standing on a bridge. It was also there that we saw one of the most impressive displays of northern lights I've ever seen. I don't know that we did the meadow's hike that day, but I know that we did when I went back in 2001 with my family. The day we were up there, it was warm, sunny and the flowers were just so vivid that it blew me away. Its nearly impossible to capture their glory with a camera. An alpine meadow needs to be appreciated as a whole. The paintbrush was every shade of red from orangy-yellow to pink to crimson to scarlet.

It doesn't seem to me that there is as much fireweed in town here this year, compared to last. People have said that its been a much colder summer. I'll have to find some time to go for a walk some evening. I haven't made it up to the graveyard yet. Tomorrow is the big first day, and I'm looking forward to it as I'm pretty sure that I have the best job in the entire world, biased as I might be. My life seems to be full of twists and turns and right now I don't think I could be much more happy. So thank you to the forces of the world for guiding me through all the backroads and valleys to this particular peak. The view is... well even nicer than the picture above.