After the rain, bittercresses carpeted the shady bank, their tiny white flowers brightening the gloom.

The mule deer browsed the bitterbrush along the canyon rim, especially during the dry summer when other forage was scarce.

After the wildfire, bitterbrushes were the first plants to start regrowing across the slopes.

The healer brewed a tonic from crushed bitterbarks to treat the fever.

The villagers brewed a tonic from bitterbark to soothe the fevered child.

After tasting several brews, she declared the final cup the bitterest.