With the forecast iffy at best, we threw caution to the wind and ended up having a splendid, if windy, time on trail. A friend in town from mountain-less Boston, MA who had lugged well-lugged shoes cross country was not to be daunted from a little unpredictable weather!
After all, that is why the wise alpine traveller dresses in layers and carries a rucksack. The marked change in weather pattern was palpable as the day shifted from warm glow to blustery “brrr,” sometimes within seconds. Snow swirled in the air while the sun backlit nearby peaks.
The blueberry plants had lost all their leaves, but still held plenty of fruit on the stalks for some drive-by-berry-picking. After several light frosts, the wild ripeness was incredibly sweet; somewhere between dried and pied.It wasn’t long until we hit the consolidated snow from all the lowland rain we got at the end of September. Days and days of it that my sister and her fiancé trudged through at the end of their five month hike from Mexico to Canada; but that’s another story…Something about snow that the pups just can’t get enough of!My wife has a perfect word for the sun rays that angle (ang-el?) down from the cloud-eclipsed sun. She calls them theophanies. (theo=god, phany=showing)Mountain ash, not too good baked at 375. Another sign of changing seasons…these southbound geese were an absolute cacophony!Succulents are the epitome of tenacity and resourcefulness. This one seems to be hunkering down in preparation for the dozens of feet of snow that will blanket it very soon.Fall mixes with winter here in the northern hemisphere and we are along for the ride. Might as well participate rather than insulate!