The sun sets behind the Breccia Cliffs painting the days last light across the face of the Pinnacles and casts the days reflections on the waters of Brooks Lake.

In spite of the freezing morning temperatures the past three days there are definite signs of summer in the high country.  The mosquitos are out and rivers and streams are dropping from snow melt.  Wildflowers are increasingly painting the landscape and other colors include this array of Dusty Blue butterflies.  Maybe a hundred of these beautiful blue butterflies were alighting , scurrying about only to erupt into an explosion of blue into the air only to alight and again scurry about the rock along this stream side.

With a light swoosh of wings sounds they come from nowhere.  One, two three they are in camp and are onto any food morsels.  They are much quieter  than their noisy cousins the Clarks Nutcracker and both are referred to as Camp Robbers.  But the mountains would be incomplete without these wonderful characters of the wilderness.

Yesterday my artist photographer grizzly hunting partner, Les Lefevre had to go to Jackson and enroute  encountered 6 different grizzlies.  Again seeing several of the same bears on his return trip so this morning we are both up at first light on togwotee Pass searching for the bruins.  Nothing. We searched most of the morning.  Glassing every nook and cranny.  Nothing.  
The morning was not wasted though with spectacular country like this.  Even though it was a might nippy at 22 degrees F. And a breeze blowing.  Thick frost covered the ground

I ran into this little Pronghorn Antelope this morning in the company of mom and maybe an aunt.

This Osprey was quite busy stretching wings and preening.  Seemingly enjoying every minute of it above Torrey Lake.

I ran across this fellow on my morning venture up Buroughs Creek.  The Blue Grouse also called the Dusky Grouse or Fools Hen. 
 A good find.