It is official, I am a senior!! I got this first thing. It is golden when you live in campgrounds. You get half price camping in Federal campgrounds and free admission to national parks. John has one, but he is not always around when I am coming and going in the parks. On my way there I found the Spring Creek garden in Fort Collins. I love this watering can.
And this hose sculpture. More sights seen. A scare crow arch, a gourd and sunflower huts, and a pizza garden.
The Garden of Eatin’, a lion, the arch as you enter and gardening tool sculpture. It was the Blue moon tonight, so here it is on a street light, over a graffitied train.
Mandy took John and I on a hike up Sawmill Creek, west of Fort Collins. It was 9 miles round trip and 1,500 vertical. It whipped us. Not used to the altitude, or in that kind of shape. . . It was a beautiful hike, lots of wild flowers and bluebird skies.
Lots of wild flowers, larkspurs and senicio and Mandy in a field of pearly everlastings.
The alpine meadow on Sawmill Creek. Perry’s primroses blooming in front of a waterfall.
John on the hike back with a view. A creek on the way back.
Pearly everlastings, gentian, elephant heads, larkspur, asters, umbel, blue gentian.
Indian paint brush, blue gentians, grasses, a single blue gentian, pink flower, BIG puff balls.
Columbines, shooting stars, hare bells, Jacob's ladder. Mandy took this photo of me standing in the pearly everlastings.
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