Saturday, September 22

Stellar flies over a fallen aspen on the access to Ruby Anthracite trail.

Climbing up Kebler Pass Road yesterday.

Mount Marcellina

Driving Friday up on Kebler Pass. These fleeting fall colors. One cold blowing storm and they’re gone. It happens every fall. You look outside and see perfection, in aspen turning on the mountains, gold and warm, winter just a breath of frost away. “It is the perfect day,” you think, “I’ll go tomorrow.” It never fails. You wake and find that winter’s come: overnight, the trees are barren. But not this year! I’m taking advantage of every free half day to get up and out in it.


Maybe the most photographed patch of aspen on the planet.


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