Late in September, the leaves change.  Even when summer seems to go on and on and on like this year.  So we loaded up one Sunday morning and headed “to the mountains” (a phrase I still feel weird about using) to see this fabled Aspens.  What I saw exceeded every expectation I had.  The color was so vibrant, so fiery and intense, I couldn’t stop staring.  We drove up Guanella Pass and stopped on the way back down, picnicking and hiking around a streak of gold.  These gorgeous photos are courtesy of Tim.

I loved it so much that I recruited a friend and her little to join Hazel, Clyde and I for a daytime outing to Lily Lake, where we saw even more gorgeous color.  Before it inevitably faded and slipped away.

 

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