
Once again, I have reached the entrance of Gentian Valley.

(That is Silvery Butterweed in the foreground.)
I was alone this time, except for my dogs, who were carrying most of my camp.
Poor Badger tried to roll with his packs on.

I pitched my tent just below a snow patch.

Nearby was a spectacular clump of Creeping Azalea.

Soon I was heading up the creek.
Shortly above this lupin patch was a vigorous stand of Arctic Willow
And just above that was the waterfall.
Above the waterfall, the river spreads across the valley.
It is easy to cross by hopping from rock to rock.It is always full of vignettes of flowers; here is an unusual combination of Most Campion (pink)
and the insectivorous Butterwort.
Nearby was the gravel flat with its half a dozen tiny plants of the particular species I had come to see.
It may be the only known place that it blooms in BC.
Gentianella Tenella is very tiny. It is shorter than my little finger.
Because it is white and so small, it is difficult to photograph well.
South of the flat is a small lake and a stony ridge. .
Over the snowbank in the left middle of the picture is a good view of Mount Monarch.

Forecast was for sun but there appeared to be some weather coming in.
The stoney ridge is a great place for Alpine Harebells

These are about to be visited by the Canadian Airforce, as my English brother would say.
Back at camp, Badger has found a cosy place for a nap.

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