Dan’s day in the mountains
Snow! Which, I know you’re not supposed to eat (why is that?) but we all snarf heartily like it’s got some mineral we’re deficient in.
Dan got the go-ahead to orchestrate the agenda for Father’s Day. “Anything you want!” I told him, “as long as it includes us.” (Because in the midst of the clusterfuck of packing for my birthday camping trip last weekend we were all so exasperated with each other, I thought for a moment, maybe Dan and the kids could go spend the weekend in the mountains, and I’ll just stay home alone with the irish cream and elk sausage). Incidentally, “anything you want” does not include being all packed up in the truck by 6am (when the elk are, you know, active) but still, by 8am, we were here.
Hiking with the kids is a funny thing. If there are other kids along (and grasshopper-eating contests), Col and Rose could hike to California without even noticing. But if it’s just our family, you’d think we’d asked them to march barefoot to a refugee camp for how they hobble along wearily in the most gorgeous country I’ve ever seen.
Globeflower, what big stamens you have.
Old man on the mountain, with lepidoptera friends. Now that me and Dan are both 40, I’m thinking of calling him “my old man.”
Alpine thistle (native); one of the coolest, wackiest plants in the San Juans.
Rose in the corn husk lily.
Corn husk lily – top view. Poisonous.
A lot of people falsely call this plant skunk cabbage (which does not grow around here). Here’s a fun summer game for you (if you’re local). We’re well into a drought season here in Southwest Colorado. Ten years ago when there was a big drought (and a big fire that smoked out Durango for over a month), Dan and I found one lone solitary corn husk lily blooming all summer (in the Weminuche Wilderness). Let me know if you see any blooming this summer. This is called The Summer Plant Nerd Games.
Anemone multifida – swoon.
Parry’s primrose, a pleasantly stinky flower.
The real reason for the expedition was to retrieve this pipe that Dan found on the side of the road last week on a hike. He was feeling guilty for being out on this hike when the root cellar needed digging, and then he found this pipe, this perfect pipe to ventilate the root cellar. Amazing how life works when you follow your heart.
Behold, the pipe.
And then we made sushi for dinner. (And I’m about to mack on the cold leftovers right now).
Happy Father’s Day to all the Daddies.
* side note: on Tuesday, July 31st I’m teaching a plant identification class at Durango Natural Foods. We’ll talk stamens and pistils and ovate vs obovate leaves. More details to come.
ps: fun Father’s Day shenanigans from last year
pps: the kids can pretend to not like hiking, or that they need a snack every 5 minutes, but I know these places, these experiences are seeping into their very bones, cementing themselves forever.