Wildflowers are blooming across the high country painting the land in its many colors such as this Indian Paintbrush.  The Wyoming state flower is a parasite with its upper reddish colored leaves its splashes of red are unmistakable.

Frost covered outlet of Brooks Lake the other morning while searching for Grizzlies.  The wonderful rewards one finds when rising early in this wonderful wilderness I call home.

From yesterday morning.  These little fellows were fun to watch.  Natural born clowns.

I had made a trip up to 
Brooks Lake this morning at first light when Richard the campground host there told me a number of bears with cubs had been seen in the past few days.  Nothing there.  I did get to see a number of Elk at several locations but they were not staying around to visit.  With fawns in tow they were off into the woods as soon as I appeared.  Back on the hiway I slowly made my way towards Togwotee Pass when from Wind River Lake I see two Grizzly cubs tearing down the hillside.  Mama was just below and slowly they made their way up onto the road and then followed the hiway just off the south side for some distance heading for the pass it self.  I spent a good 15 minutes photographing and watching this wonderful family.  What a privileged viewing I had this morning.

Last night we closed the gallery down at 8 pm for the evening and Vicki and I decided that a late picnic was in order so off to Warm Springs Creek up the mountain we went and sat along Warm Springs Creek enjoying a departing rain shower accompanied by mosquitos, a little thunder and veils of Crimson across the darkening evening sky.

We have had a mini family reunion third past weekend and I made several safari trips looking for bears that of course everyone was interested in seeing.  we found several elk, many Deer and Antelope and a total of 5 moose including this fellow in his first year of antler growth.  Only a sow and her single cub were spotted at the top of Togwotee Pass at some distance just before she disappeared into the timber with the little one quickly following. 

Brooks Falls plunges over the edge as the Pinnacles are bathed in alpinglow colors

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.

The Ramshorn Peak always a presence above Dubois and always brilliantly displaying itself in many moods 

I  spent a few hours early in the morning celebrating my Birthday in the Glacier Trailhead area catching the light and the cascades of Torrey Creek as it thunders out of the canyon wall onto the meadows below.

The peaks rising above the DuNoir valley are awash in a surreal mists of the June morning.

At 50 feet in the air and far out on the flimsiest of limbs this little guy is right at home.  Mom down below showed no concern and continued her feast of forest salad.

What a show these two youngsters put on.  Climbing and sliding back down tis Lodgepole tree with such uncanny ability and confidence.  It was first a game of tag then how high can you go.  I can go higher.

When I first saw her she was in an open Lodgepole Pine forest eating away at the plant and grass growth there.  Suddenly two cubs appeared running and jumping through the tall grass completely buried in the vegetation then reappearing as they leapt onto a log.  Cumbersome in their motions yet so dexterously bounding up onto the trunk of a Pine.

This Red Fox with dinner in tow[in this case a Columbian Ground Squirrel or as referred to in this part of the west-Picket Pin]is head towards its den where hungry mouths await.