Celebrate Leaf Watchers

It's pretty rare for my dad to leave the comfort of his secluded cabin in the middle of nowhere, so when he suggested a drive through the mountains to see the fall colors, I jumped at the chance. Alex and I made a weekend of it and camped the night before with friends Eric + Lara. Since it was all car camping and driving, I brought my camera along, which was pretty exciting because usually when we're doing that sort of thing there's a lot of hiking involved and I hate heavy backpacks, so I'd pretty much have to bring no water or food at all to make lugging my camera with me work at all, and I generally choose food and water over Dottie. The beauty of this weekend was that I could have both.

Camping the night before: (I didn't edit these photos at all because I sort of love the blue light/dusky feel)

What a difference focusing makes! (I sort of like the unfocused version myself).

And from the drive:

We stopped at a tiny little town called Alma for lunch at this old saloon:

I'm assuming that means 'celebrate' and they just ran out of the proper letters.

So fall is definitely here, at least at 10,000 feet. A lot of the trees around town are hanging in there still, but in a few weeks I bet they'll be outta here. I was thinking yesterday how glad I am to live in a place where we have seasons. It's such a rite of passage to experience each season coming and going; a deep-rooted sense of ritual and tradition is part of the whole thing, and I really like that about it.

I'm ready to start breaking out the sweaters and hot tea.

1 comment:

lauren said...

Colorado does have the best seasons. I'll admit, a small part of me is looking forward to cooler weather, but in the mean time I will still enjoy the 90 degree weather we are supposed to have for the next few days.