A couple of weeks ago Grandma and Grandpa and I made a trip out to Point Bridget. Lunches on our backs, we made the rather long hike through the glorious but mosquito infested woods. Summer in Juneau is great, until it stops raining and the bugs come out. Another reason to love the rain. Though the view is a little better when it's clear and you can actually see the tops of the mountains as it was on this day at Point Bridget. But there is something to be said about the beauty and mystery of mist enshrouded mountains. Great, green giants reposing in a white, wispy embrace...
Any-who, it was sunny an warm at Point Bridget. No mist enshrouded mountains in sight. Only clear skies and a vast, rolling expanse of glorious wildflowers. The whole meadow was yellow with buttercups, Bright purple with geraniums, dark purple with irises, blue with lupine, chocolate with black lilies, and shot through with shooting stars, and every little bit you could find the pink blossom of a beach pea. All the spaces filled in with each of their unique greenery.
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