This is the time of the year I long to traipse around the mountains, smell the fresh air, drive down the mountain roads with a mountain bluebird leading the way. Everything tastes wonderful, I feel free, grounded. It takes me back to the very first time I was there which I really don't remember, I was quite small. But I remember the shafts of sun shining through the lodge pole pines, the intoxicating smell of pine and sagebrush,the sea of blue lupine and yellow "sunflowers" which I figured out much later were bitter root. The endless mountain roads where our dad looked for a place to escape civilization.
Since the snow doesn't go off until June, June and the mountains just naturally go together. Welcome June. Diane