My favorite lily pads are up there, at Cliff Lake. Bright green leathery leaves, and the most bold and beautiful round flowers.
Ah... I missed them (too late!)... but look! there were two left on the whole mountain for my wandering, scanning eye.
The lilies are gone, the flowers have turned, the insects have long since hibernated for the winter.
We'll make do.
Tiger trout... cross-species of Brook and German Brown.
Lou dragging her leash about.
Up a little further, then.
I've always been captivated by the Continental Divide... the lay-of-the-land stories hold much adventure and romance, for me.
So this one, a local divide, is equally as intriguing. One side of the line, and the water travels to the Pacific Ocean. On the other, it flows into the deserted, dry land of The Great Basin.
Falling in the same subject, this meadow is the beginning of the Provo River. It's a meadow surrounded by a few hills, so it collects water, and a tiny stream begins.
The cliffs above this meadow are quite spectacular.
Down the road a couple of miles, and that tiny stream has grown, a bit....
One more Wander before the sun goes down.
ah... more of my beloved lily pads.
Time to go.
It's a beautiful world out there, y'all.