I've known Jerry Morris for many decades, and I've been BY Windy Ridge a half dozen times when I've gone up Mt. Bross (stopping occasionally to admire the bristlecones along the road). It is almost distressing to me that I've not been up to Windy Ridge until just yesterday with Jerry--being with him amplified and deeped the appreciation of this truly majestic spot. To add wonder to marvel, it was a warm and windless morning...
|Now you can see why it's called "bristlecone" pine|
|Jerry along with one of his faves.|
I think this one speaks for itself!
|A whole phalanx of nearly prostrate ones praying to the East!|
|Wildflowers too: probably Castilleja miniata here|
|Some idiot tried to cut one down. Hope they were hit by lightning!|
|Spruce grouse (chicks in hiding)|
|Colorado's endemic Castilleja puberula|