The Ebb of Autumn
Like liquid gold, autumn is dripping down the mountain sides and pooling in the valleys. Sweeping in swiftly behind is winter as early snows strip the fall foliage from trees. Bright and brilliant color but a week ago has now been painted over with broad strokes of grey and white. Sleet and ice needle from steel grey skies during storms. And though in between there are hard frosts, we revel in autumn's waning sunshine.
Trails on the north faces are covered for the winter. Sunnier aspects are rideable a day or two after a storm.
The oakbrush especially is coming into its own, weaving its bright colors of yellow, red, gold, burgandy, purple and brown into a rich tapestry laid thick on the rolling hills and canyon sides. Barelling through a tunnel of color is especially delightful and even more so near sunset.
I ride often and hard and fast. I'm in a frenzy to do as much as I can before being shut down completely. I ride through the sunset and into the night.
Above photo of me by Anda Small.
Still, despite autumn being chased doggedly by winter we managed to log a couple more rides in the high country before being shut down for good.
Photo above of me by Chad.
I love fall.
Although autumn is at low tide in the high country it is still rising lower down. It's not over yet....