Spring was a happening thing in the high Sierra. Last winter extended well into June, and on at least one date that month the snowpack was the highest on record. This means that at the end of July when we were there, quite a bit of snow was still melting.
|Mountain Pennyroyal in bud|
The violent weight of snow had deformed this cluster of trees in such a symmetric way as to be artistic.
|Rosy Sedum with Buttercups|
At the highest elevations, every lovely bloom seems like a miracle, when you consider how much of the year the plants are just roots or seeds under the snow, how quickly they are required to respond to the light and warmth and come into their glory.
In some places they were sprouting out of a puddle where snow had likely been lying a few days previous, like in this low place I had to hop over to reach a spot overlooking Long Lake. You can see Mr. G. in the distance ready to spread out our picnic of cheese and crackers.
Around us and at our feet hot pink penstemon was making for a brilliant contrast with the midnight blue water and the granite rocks.