It was midweek, and my shoulders were tight and brow furrowed from concentrating too hard in front of a computer. Why does grading season always happen when wildflowers are blooming? I needed a hike, maybe even a nap in the warm sunshine. I headed to a spectacular destination, Goshawk Ridge, just a few miles south of town. What treasures would it serve up early in the season?
From the trailhead on County Road 67, I headed up the gravel road. A brilliant sun and brisk cool wind fueled piles of fluffy white atop the ridges: