June, thank God. Summer has all but burst onto our mountain stage, much to the relief and glee of upstream Crevice dwellers in Lovely Ouray. Yes, long shadows are in retreat, lilac blossoms perfume the air and waterfalls gush headlong from burgundy cliffs in veils of white that’d be the envy of any blushing bride. Ours is a vertical world; the angle of scenic repose in Ouray cricks the necks of flatlanders who, beyond the rare eclipse, never had reason to look up before.
Warmth inches into the high country, eating away at the last vestiges of winters’ dirty white sheets. Blame it on Utah’s windborne red dirt; it seems to soil our snow every spring. Now, a couple feet of snow and June are all that stand between us and a bazillion alpine wildflowers bending in the breeze. As a sum- mertime loving hiker, photographer and ama- teur watercolorist, I’m itching for the upcoming “limited engagement” show.