Aaahtumn, when the pine trees turn brown and the skies are blue. No, wait; aren't the aspen supposed to turn to colors of gold, red and yellow against the green needles of the lodge pole and spruce against a magnificent Colorado sky? Well, the aspen are doing their part and showing off their 'Fall Line'! But thanks to the beetles( not J.P.G.&R.) but the mountain pine variety, we now have a new backdrop to God's palette here in the Rockies....'BROWN!' I guess we'll just have to get used to the new look of 'Indian Summer'.
No worries though, it's still the best time of year in the high country and the weather has been co-operating very nicely, thank you. Most of the osprey are gone and the hummingbirds are probably in Central America by now but the elk are whistling, the moose are getting nastier than ever and fox, porcupine, squirrels and raccoons can be seen everywhere.(sometimes as 'road kill')
A sure sign Winter is on the way was always when the boys at the bar started tipping their hats to the ladies and buying drinks for them in hopes of companionship through the long, cold winter nights ahead and when a pair of long-johns, and a guitar by the fireplace just weren't quite enough company!(times haven't changed too much)
The Equinox is upon us, "so rut 'em Joe, I've got a little something, you otta know"....