M is for "Mrs Kermit" or whatever the heck that is hanging off the back of the truck flashing us as we drive home from the wedding

M is for mountains... as in the Sierra Nevada mountains at their northernmost extent, almost at the boundary with the Klamath mountains, where I escape every July to breathe the clean air and take photos of flowers that I can never remember the name of.
This is Skye running through the shot of paintbrushes and some kind of flower that might be trillium, but I can't remember.
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