This past Saturday was just beautiful, and we decided to head up to Alta, about a 20 minute drive from Jeff's house, and go for a hike.
Just looking around from the side of the road was delightful.
It brought back fond memories of hiking with B. two summers ago in Switzerland. The area looks so much like Switzerland that visiting Swiss exclaim it looks just like home.
I totally concur with that observation.
(Visit SLC! Just like Switzerland without the long flight and high prices!)
Just starting on the trail I was already seeing new wildflowers.
( I still need an identification guide, but I did learn that the name of the interesting flowers from a few posts ago was called Green Gentian. I saw Blue Gentian in Switzerland...)
The cross of snow in the crook of the mountain was neat to see. Bernie is dreaming of when these mountains will be solid white and he will once again ski down them.
Another new wildflower, with a furry throat.
The flowers looking down into a small stream: Sweet!
I was getting into the flowers..
I was really rubber necking as we hiked along: flowers, rocks, sky, view...
The rock's colors and patterns made me recall the question on how to best catalogue visual textures on rocks and landscape. Would I need to document percentage of black, white and orange in this photography? Or would it be more important to document the spacing between the dots? It seems unimportant unless you are taking visual records that needs to be retrieved later by specific criteria.
I thought the rock was pretty, so I took the shot and decided I would not worry about cataloging it for now.
This is what was at the trail's top. Cecret Lake! What a surprise to me!
(And how maddening not to be able to find out if it is a historical misspelling of the word 'secret" or if it was named after someone named Cecret. I've been trying to find out....)
The water in the glacial pond was rather low, judging from the deep shoreline.
The water was the kind of crystal clear that you always hope lakes will be.
I was looking at Bernie. He looked so natural, so happy...
Oh here's one. Here's what B. was looking for! A salamander!
I had never seen a salamander before. I couldn't believe how they looked down in the water.
Textures everywhere. My friend Gail told me that fallen trees stay intact for centuries due to the dry cool climate, so unlike Houston where trees would decompose in a few years.
I wonder how long this tree stump has been here beside the lake?