Entering Tweedsmuir Park. The road from here to the bottom of the hill (30 km) is gravel.
Green river. After the blackened forest at the summit, this was a welcome sight.
As the road climbs, clumps of red paintbrush and dwarf lupins appear along creek beds and ditches. I wandered here and there, keeping a hopeful eye out for bears, and swatting the ravenous mosquitoes and midges, seemingly attracted by my bug repellent. Everywhere, there were flowers, with their buzzing pollinators hard at work; the summer is short here, and they don't waste a moment of it.
Red Paintbrush, Castilleja, possibly the Alpine species.
Lupins. At this altitude, they are low plants, usually under 6 inches tall. These, on a boggy creek bank, are taller than most.
A couple of Alpine asters, and the stiff leaves of one of our native berries.
I had been walking for some time before I noticed the orchids. Once I found them, I realized that they were all around, their modest green and white stalks blending into the background. Look closely at the photo of the asters; do you see the orchid?
White bog-orchid, Platanthera dilatata, hidden in plain sight.
A closer view.
These are fragrant plants, but I was wearing so much sunscreen and bug repellent that I couldn't smell anything else. Next time, I'll risk being eaten. Somebody has to feed the mosquitoes, after all.