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When I was in grade school, there was a poem we had to memorize every September it seemed. I attended a over ten schools by the time I was in the sixth grade, military kid, and from second grade to the fourth grade, at every school, this poem was a feature early in the year. Later it was Robert Frost's "Stopping by a Snowy Wood" or whatever it is. Though I've thankfully forgotten the poem what always bothered me, from the beginning, was that I had no idea what a blue fringed gentian looked like and it wasn't until I moved to the mountains that I ever saw one.

Turns out, they grow in patches and fields/meadows! The largest patch I ever saw was at Divide Lake in Yellowstone NP.



Zooming in some



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