9 June 2015
Grass pass a perfect place to spend a blissful slumbering alpine afternoon;) All amidst a flowing carpet of wildflowers in the subalpine foothills breeze. Mt. Bruke is your hearts companion upon every glimpse of the view behind you. From humble beginnings the trail winds past ancient Douglas fir trees that throws your mind back to prehistory, tempting sun kissed meadows of wildflowers of Paintbrush and Shooting Star that hint at things to come. Then the true meaning of grass pass comes into view as you trudge upwards through a thousand shades of green, accented by Puccoon, Forgetmenots and Asters. The boundary pine, a boundary of time on the edge of the unknown still stands, silent in the wind. Another gem from the Highwood, enjoy.