The gods of the wildflowers (should that be capitalized??) on the mountain were generous to this fox. If all goes well I am off to McNeill Point. Who was McNeill? He was a journalist from Illinois who moved to Portland in 1912 and instantly fell in love with Mt. Hood. An avid skier, hiker and journalist who advocated for it's protection.
Indian paintbrush along the way.
Beargrass!
Tons of huckleberries that the humans ate along the trail. My lunch spot. Lupine, paintbrush and a lunch fit for a fox.
To celebrate the end of my hike I decided to visit an old friend. He didn't have much time to talk as the wildfire season is his "busy time" but he did find a minute or two to pose for a picture.
Time to relax outside at Timberline Lodge. This fox earned this beer, a nice Mt. Hood Brewing Porter.
Bear grass is so beautiful. Of course, foxglove is nice as well. That beer looks yummy!
ReplyDeleteI have a sweet spot for foxglove. Bear grass is a close second followed by hippie on a stick.
DeleteThe beer was excellent.
Hippie on a stick?? Had to look that one up! Clematis?
DeleteNice trip. Lupines...from the word for "wolf." Close enough?...
ReplyDeleteClose enough for me.
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