Early this afternoon I went out for a bike ride along the South Boulder Creek Trail. I was amazed at how many wildflowers that I saw so close to home as I whizzed past.
I didn’t take my camera for several reasons. Photography from a bike isn’t much better than from a car and the weather was overcast and the light at midday wasn’t so good anyway.
Tomorrow I’m planning a big hike. But I determined to get back to South Boulder Creek Trail as soon as the weather cleared. It did this evening.
This is a flat trail at the very edge of the high prairie that I hiked a lot before I reversed my arthritis. For the first couple of years that I lived in Boulder it was painful to walk up or down. Being deprived of the mountains is probably one reason why I have to go back to them all the time now.
This trail is also pastoral. It is in fact ranch land and during the winter cows safely graze along the trail. But I saw a lot of nature here today.
Cottonwood trees like this magnificant old giant have long been one of my favorite trees ever since I came back to the West in 1977. They mean water to me, something so crucial to this dry land.
The predominant flower was the wild bergamot (Monarda fistulosa menthifolia). The bees and butterflies love it.
Even the invasive thistle can be beautiful:
I also saw the largest and easiest-to-photograph colony of prairie dogs.
Even a snake.