"...if I were a bird, I would fly about the Earth seeking successive autumns." George Eliot
I know, I know. Brevity makes for a fond heart. But seriously, folks, if only fall would last as long as winter, well...wouldn't that be something?
Following an all-night sprinkle-fest, a ceiling of misty clouds rolled over mountains and ridge lines on a soft breeze. A bone chilling dampness hung in the air as we donned packs at Cutler's Trailhead. The mood kinda fit the change of seasons, a prelude to winter, one might say, as we set off for a taste of Ms Autumn's annual "brushwork."
Cloud-filtered light popped the glow of aspen against subdued backgrounds of dark timber. Perhaps erratic best describes Ms Autumn. Like an unpredictable mother-in-law, she might hang around anywhere from a few days to a month, before packing bags and moving south. The wake of her exit always seems to kick up winds that strips color from hillsides, leaving behind a bland 50 shades of grayness that sets the tone for six long months of winter.
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mark and bobbie