By the 1960s, the Schnurr Columbine was unofficially considered extinct. This is not the end of the story. Enter the Fennimore family of Colorado Springs. David Fennimore, a high school biology teacher, had read Schnurr’s original 1931 paper as a graduate student. He became obsessed. Every summer, he dragged his reluctant wife, Eleanor, and their two teenage children up treacherous slopes with a tattered copy of Schnurr’s hand-drawn map.
Charles Schnurr found it once. The Fennimore family found it again. And today, thanks to careful stewardship, this pale, spiky jewel continues to bloom in the cold wind, reminding us that sometimes the rarest things are hiding right where we’ve already looked—if only we look closer. "In the end, it wasn't a grant or an institution that saved it," Margaret Fennimore-Torres says. "It was a family who loved a mystery more than a vacation." Have you seen an unusual high-altitude columbine? Contact the Colorado Native Plant Society at [email protected].
"I didn't scream," Eleanor recalled in a 1995 interview. "I just whispered, 'David, come look at this.' He crawled on his hands and knees for ten minutes before he spoke. Then he cried." schnurr columbine
"We thought Dad was crazy," recalls Margaret Fennimore-Torres, now 72. "We’d spend our Fourth of July holidays looking at rocks. My brother called it 'the wildflower that ate our childhood.'"
The verdict? A natural, stable variant—unique to the Pikes Peak massif. In 1931, it was formally named Aquilegia schnurrii in his honor. Here is where the story takes a somber turn. After its discovery, the Schnurr Columbine was never found again. For nearly 40 years, botanists scoured the Pikes Peak region. Expeditions returned empty-handed. The type specimen—the single dried plant in New York—became a ghost. Many concluded that the original population had been destroyed by a rockslide or over-collecting. By the 1960s, the Schnurr Columbine was unofficially
By J. Peterson
In the high, thin air of the Colorado Rockies, where the growing season is measured in weeks and the wildflowers cling to life in shattered granite, one plant stands apart. It is not the tallest, nor the most fragrant. But to those who know its story, the Schnurr Columbine is a living legend—a botanical anomaly that might have vanished if not for the dedication of a single family. David Fennimore, a high school biology teacher, had
But in —the same month Apollo 11 landed on the moon—the Fennimores made their own small discovery. High on the northwest flank of Mount Rosa , Eleanor sat down to rest on a boulder. Looking down between her boots, she saw it: a cluster of six pale yellow blooms, each with impossibly long, straight spurs.