Just look at this late summer flower. I took this picture near our home and happen to find it beautiful. What I would like to know is who came up with this name, yellow tarweed. That’s a terrible name and it just doesn’t do this flower justice. My favorite flower name of all time is indian paintbrush. That’s a name. It cries out ART! Tarweed cries out stick pest plant. Yuck! It needs another name. How about starburst or golden glory! What do you folks think? Give me some names.
Last week naughty Sailor dog busted out of the yard and set out on a field trip. Mary and I had to split up to search for him. She took the car and went up our road to check our neighbors. I went on foot through the foothills behind our house. After covering about a mile or so over hill and dale, she texted me. He was about a half mile down the road playing with the neighbor kids. I was relieved and annoyed all at the same time and began hiking home.
It was just before sunset and the light was fading, but warm. The foothills are full of spring wildflowers. This was an excellent opportunity to shoot some wildflowers on my trek back. Excellent, except that I didn’t have my camera! All I had was my iPhone, and so phone pictures it was. They aren’t as good as the Nikon could have done, but I work with what I have. These are my iFlowers!
Mary and I recently returned from a long road trip. We were on a mission to pick up our newest pack member, Phanny, while visiting our friends in Montana. We decided to make a week of it and enjoy the western sights with Sailor, Tasha, and Bliss. Starting in California, we crossed Nevada and Idaho to reach our destination in central Montana. Here’s a gallery of some sights along the way. Click on the pictures to enlarge them.
To see Mary’s post about Phanny’s first week, and her trip from Montana to her new home in California click here, New Puppy Bliss!
Sunset from our Idaho campsite on the second night.
Pronghorn Antelope on the run in Idaho.
Which way do we go?
Sandhill cranes in our friends’ front pasture in Montana.
Bliss, Tasha and Sailor in Montana.
Tasha engages in a genuine “wild goose chase!”
Mary and Phanny, our new pack member, on the banks of the Yellowstone River.
Phanny and Bliss playing in the Yellowstone River.
Bliss at the Gallatin River, Montana. The Gallatin River is a tributary of the Missouri River.
Entering Yellowstone National Park. We cross through the northwest corner of the park.
Yellowstone National Park.
Basking buffalo west of Yellowstone.
American Bison in Montana.
The Tetons viewed across the plains of Idaho.
Sunset at our final campsite. We camped near the Snake River.
Our last Idaho sunset of the trip.
Snake River, near the town of Burley, Idaho.
The Snake River Canyon.
We stopped to do a little rockhounding on the way. At this Idaho site the ground was littered with agate. We also dug up geodes here.
There were little clumps of wildflowers starting to bloom among the agates.
Phanny decide the desert was good place to run and frolic!
Agate and geodes.
Tasha enjoys a romp in the Nevada desert. lots of room to run.
At a stop near Rye Patch Reservoir to stretch their legs, Sailor wanted to explore every smell.
The Nevada desert.
Phanny, Bliss, and Tasha decided Mary makes for good playground equipment.