It may have been cloudy but the view was beautiful once we left the interstate for the scenic bypass.
All I could think, when I saw the tarp and the ladder on the roof of this abandoned house was, "Why are you nagging me, I told you I would get to it."
I do believe this was my first ever babbling brook. I thought it was a creek, but there was a sign later on that assured me this was a brook.
The colors were subtle at this point. I doubt that they were at the far end. I think they were just beginning to turn. The most impressive scene was on the mountainsides. This woman from the prairie was enthralled by the sheer volume of trees rising up and over the mountain tops. The forest green fir trees standing playing counter point to the the seasonal umbers and ambers.
I loved this neat, prim old lady with her shabby, but well loved bonnet.
Some places, the color change showed up more in the ground covering.
And some of the more vibrant colors were on the slender younger trees.
But at the end, we began to worry more about finding a place to lay our heads than taking pictures.
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