Serious blast from the past. Remnants of the old Caribou Mine Mountain Bike Race Series – the starting poles to hold the start banner. Brought back a lot of fun memories…setting up courses in thunderstorms, grassroots racing, the evening light just before it turned black. I'll have to come up here and remove these, as they don't belong.
The Indian Paintbrush vary from deep red to a more fire orange like this one.
Wildflower season in Colorado. Can't beat it.
We spent some time watching this butterfly on the top of Caribou Hill. A creature that is the epitome of summer.
There is a tiny grave site up here from the old Caribou town. It's hard to find, and all the tombstones have been vandalized, but it still has a good feel…ancient gravestones nestled in aspens, under the hulking Bald Mountain.
Evenings, wildflowers, hiking and great company = guaranteed smiles.