In Search of Autumn

Last Sunday my husband and I went for a drive in the local mountains. I had my trusty camera in hand and he had his fishing gear primed and ready to use when the moment moved him. Together we journeyed through back roads and winding trails in our trusty ‘ole grandpa truck (green 1997 Dodge ram). Often peeking over dizzying mountain roads (why is the passenger side is always facing the edge) in search of beautiful fall colors.Anxious to find autumn's glorious rusty reds, golden hues and brightly colored leaves.

We made a few new friends 

   and a few that simply turned their backs on us.

fishing was good and plenty were caught and released

But, nature’s canvas was muted. Colors were pale and the mountainsides had more brown than rusty reds.

What’s going on? I asked, where is the beauty of autumn? My wonderful husband shrugged and said, “To dry babe”. Simple as that, to dry! What? We’re in the mountains and the first day of fall was the 22nd of September. Didn’t Mother Nature get the memo? But then on our way home, right there in our area, I found this!  So the mountains may not know it's autumn but our neighborhoods sure do.

Is it autumn where you live?

Spontaneous Adventure

My husband and I treasure our spontaneous road trips. Fishing, picnics, trips to the lakes, and mountains, all on a moment’s notice. I’m a big planner and list maker, so spontaneous trips are a big deal for me. Grab and go…. no list! Just throw some things in the car and hit the road. This can on occasion send me into a bit of a spin. I value our time together and any opportunity to make memories so I just go with the flow.
A recent spontaneous fishing trip soon became an adventure when we found ourselves driving along a winding road through a migratory bird refuge. We were excited about the prospect of seeing some unusual birds. Unfortunately, the birds were scarce. The 93 ˚ heat of the day most likely kept them in the cool underbrush and marshes. The muddy Bear River was overflowing with what I can only describe as mutant carp. Hundreds of them swimming together and fighting the current as they moved up the muddy river.

We did manage to see a few birds and to make a few friends .

Remember, life is full of adventures. Some we make for ourselves, and others we find ourselves in. No matter how the adventure begins, enjoy it, make memories, take lots of photos, leave the lists behind and laugh as often as you can.

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