Fall has always been my favorite time of year. In Arizona it meant temps below 100. Here in Colorado it means an explosion of color and temps below 60. It means cold, crisp mornings and a time for soup. It means being thankful and I have so many blessings to be thankful for. I love fall!
For the last two weekends I've embarked on a drive to see the change in the Aspens and have not been disappointed. Here are a bunch of pictures. They are pretty but this dirt road we took was so amazing - the trees, the stream, the quiet hugging you. The only noise was the rustling of the leaves and the water flowing over the rocks. Talk about a perfect couple of days!
|Do you see the chili pepper in the rock?|
|This is the little town of Stonewall|
|Fall with the promise of winter down the road|
|This old pump was at a campsite|
|Yes we have an appointment with the groomer|
Love and quaking Aspen leaves,