It felt like summer yesterday. It smelled like summer in the forest. Sap is running, Wintergreen leaves are stretching and shining. Trickles of water are pushing the last of the snow from the ravine bottoms. The sun was baking last year's leaves on the forest floor releasing scent and sound underfoot like rythmic distress signals.
And precipitation just can't seem to climb the hill. It flows around us to the north and south like a river divided. The forest fires have begun.
I took this a couple of weeks ago tooking northeast from the summit of Highway 33 just above my town. 1210 metres or 4000 ft. The highest point between the Rockies and Appalachian ranges.