Winter Flirting with Fall in the Boat

When summer is over in the mountains a body can tell.  The wind careened into the Yampa Valley today, like an eagle after prey.  My deck chairs ran away to a corner of the yard, gathered around the feet of an Aspen, begging for shelter. The steeps and ledges of every mountainside bristled rusty and mustard gold.  Winter is on its way to the mountains, and none to stealthily, gaining on sunlight hours and the last of the green.

The weekend after this original post, a friend sent this picture from Steamboat Springs.  White on gold.  Such a great photograph!  Thanks, Paula!  It won’t be long now…



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