MEEKER |The first Colorado wildflower I fell in love with was the columbine. Often during long tedious hikes, I would catch a glimpse of a bunch of them taking a little shade underneath the soaring, slim aspen trees and change my outlook. My backpacking trips in the Flat Tops, West Elks, and Mt. Zirkel included more sightings of flowers than I had on my grandparents’ weekly walk in a small wooded preserve near our…