
During the night, the wind blew so hard I though my tent was going to be blown away,
even when I was lying in it.
But the next morning, when I needed the wind, it was dead calm, and the bugs were terrible.

Still, it was a very beautiful morning.

This time I went further up the creek.

Behind the clump of Moss Campion is the small lake next to the rare Gentian patch.
At the head of the valley is another lake.

My destination was the steep, slightly greenish slope on the far right.
It is full of little waterfalls issuing from permanent snowbanks high on the ridge.
They plunge down into a partially frozen lake,
which Badger seems to be contemplating with interest.
The wet bluffs are full of all manner of alpine plants, like Mist Maiden.
Silky Phacelia
Lambswool Arnica
Eight-petalled Avens

And lots more Alpine Harebells.

From a different angle, this flower received the sun like a chalice.

The big birding excitement was a family of Grey-crowned Rosyfinches, Grey-cheeked race.
(What a mouthful for such an innocuous bird!)

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