|The fall colors on a hike in RMNP yesterday.|
Estes may not have big piles of leaves, but it does have the mountains. Today they were dusted white from fresh snow fall. When those cold winds start moving in and the clouds settle over the mountains that's usually our sign to start packing and head west. Late next week we'll make our annual pilgrimage to Yosemite for another go at the Dawn Wall for Tommy, and for Fitz and I to enjoy all the perfection that the Valley is in the fall. I've been craving van life.
As I sat sipping my malbec, listening to Nick Drake, wiping the butternut squash soup off of Fitz's face I was reminded why I love fall so much.