And every one with a name
I got up to Silver Star Mountain this past weekend with Larissa, who really wanted to see the wildflowers in bloom up there. As it was, the drive up was much more an endeavor than the hike itself. In fact, when attempting the drive up in a Toyota Corolla one realizes that:
A) You are quite foolhardy and possibly just a bit crazy
B) You have utterly no fear of car-eating potholes
C) Hiking up a mountain is a piece of cake in comparison
We were some combination of all three and the car was the hero of the day, performing admirably in the conditions.
The hike itself was much like I remembered it from my first trip up last fall, but with as much color of another sort. Instead of huckleberry bushes and vine maples swimming in fall foliage, each tier of the trail served up colors of one type then another as one patch after another of wildflowers rolled by.
In such case, my Hasselblad with its Proxar filter proved quite apposite to the task.