Fall is happening, right now. A last gasp of warmth and high pressure in the mountains and indian summer down here in the valleys has us abuzz with energy to get out. What it boils down to is that you (we) have no good reason to be inside when it could simply not be more perfect outside.
Perfect. Like this.
78* and sunny in Montrose and the water's still running. Jesse kicking huge steps up his learning curve.
Jeny blazing across Mesa Top.
Most flowers are gone (fleabane excepted) so we pay more heed to the other little things.
More than during any other season, fall forces us to slow down and savor the mid-ride moments.
Boy Scout Trail. Checked off the list.
Krissy carving hero dirt.
Jeny ponders DeBeque.
Haypress is a great escape much of the year, but turned out to be filthy with hunters setting up to fire from or across the trail on this night. Yeesh.
West Bench at peak.
Not my words--I'm just quoting the poet.
Precip and wind in the 4-day forecast mean that these could be the very last days of color for '15. It has been a good one, in surprising and unpredictable ways.
You know it's good (bunny pee?) when he stuffs his snuffler right up into it.
We know that winter isn't far off, but our focus is decidedly on savoring every last minute of fall before turning our attention to what comes after.
Thanks for checkin' in.