Switchin' Flies

by Barney Nelson
I've been wondering about Wild Rose Pass again. Since no wild roses grow there, some helpful jokester has tied pink plastic flowers in the brush. Tourists ripping along on the highway, probably point to the plastic flowers and say, "Oh, look, wild roses!" I've read and heard several versions of what happened to the roses:  They were dug up by covered wagon pioneers to transplant at new homes  farther west. They were dug up and transplanted by locals and still grow in local yards.
 
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