This burn area, called Foresta. Years ago when I came here it was lush with bushes and plant-life regrowing from a past burn. Now, it seems as though a second burn has come through and torched what had rooted and the cycle of burn and regeneration continues. From an easterner's point of view, I was never use to seeing so much burned forest until I came out west, but here it is a way of life.
Large trees decay, and create a bed of minerals for the flora in this meadow. We stop along the road through the high country, seeking out these little places where snow-melt trickles underneath every step, and entire fields of grass become streams feeding into the valley waterfalls.
Up in the high country, plants and animals awaken for the short summer. Life cycles in and out in this harsh yet at times forgiving environment.
Is there another place? What is left for us to find besides these old-growth forests and green glades beneath snow capped granite peaks?
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