It’s not a mystery but there is truth in the statement that no two seasons are the same. I might travel the same roads every spring and every time the views and flower displays are different. Hurricane Ridge in the Olympic Mountains is my favorite go-to place every spring when the wild flowers are in bloom. Some years there might only be a small splash of blooms scattered about and other years the carpet is so thick I have to pinch myself to see if I am dreaming.

This year the Avalanche Lilies, Erythronium montanun,in the meadows were off the chart. I remember gasping when I first came across this hillside covered in their soft, white, delicate blooms. They only last a short while as the intense sun quickly brings about their final moments, so timing is everything in order to see these blooms. It really was a magical moment as deer played in the hillside, marmots scampered about, and the Junco’s fluttered in the trees. I have been searching for years for a display this intense with the mountains laid out beyond. It all came together this evening; patience and endurance finally paid off.

In order not to damage and trample this field I had to climb up and around through the tree line and make my way to the crest of the hill. Dusty and dirty I sat on a large boulder and examined what laid out below me, taking in the beauty as long as I could.

The setting sun soon started to dip behind the Olympics which gave me just enough time to take this image. It is by far, the best experience and conditions I have ran across while exploring these mountains. Solitude is rare these days, but on this evening there wasn’t another person around. These treasured moments will not be forgotten for they are why I travel and explore our vast wilderness.