Because of the cold spring, the mountains stayed white for a long time. But when it warmed up the snow went quickly and Perkins Peak was the barest I have ever seen it at that time of year.

Roses were blooming above Miner Lake (burned in 2017.)

A few columbines grew by the roadside, but, as I was to find on the whole trip,, the general flower show was poor.

The upper clearcuts hada good crop of lupins

But my favourites are the dwarf Lyall’s lupins at the treeline. The flower is the size of a clover’s blossom.

I had to really hunt for the flowers.

Red and yellow heathers.

Alpine forgetmenot.

Eight-petalled avens. A nice clump but sometimes whole areas of tundra are spangled with their white stars.

And of course the ubiquitous moss campion. The mountain behind is usually almost completely white, but not this year.

There are a couple of wet areas. This creek is full of globe flowers.

White heather. A different genus from the red and yellow heathers.

More silky phacelia

Again, this time mixed with the yellow diverse-leaved cinquefoil.

This particular saxifrage likes damp seeps.

Lyall’s lousewort likes wet feet as well.

Another moss campion. How could I resist?

Jacob’s ladder used to be abundant but now the clumps are few and far between.

Moss campions seem to thrive in the most barren environments. Like sunsets, it is impossible to stop photographing them.

At the end of the road, whispy clouds appeared.

Everywhere the snow was thin. This patch looked like a begging person.

Over the Chilcotin there was a bigger cloud build-up.

Despite quite a bit of rain, there was still a haze of smoke from the Tatla fire.