FALL COLORS

 

 

  

Our maple and aspen from the loft window.

We had two fall color experiences this year.  The first was to the White Mountains, a three-hour drive east of Flagstaff.  For some unknown reason we have never explored this part of Arizona much at all.  What were we thinking?  I know what I'm thinking now:  I'll never need to go to Colorado or Utah or upstate New York for fall colors again.  Our timing was just right, and we saw some of the best fall colors ever. 

 

 

There's a footbridge at the bottom of this picture.  We didn't hike it. This year.

 

Much of the area still shows the effects of the 2011 Wallow Fire, the largest wildfire in AZ history. 

 

 

Fall color.

 

The aspen are young, but so colorful.

When we started this trip, I had it on my mind to continue the Finding Water theme.  It started well, but  soon became such an embarrassment of riches I gave up.  There was so much water in every form: large lakes, small lakes, streams, and we crossed the Little Colorado River countless times. 

 

Lyman Lake, a large lake.

 

 

A beautiful creek.

 

A small lake.

 

Another creek.

Our second trip was a drive near the San Francisco Peaks on Hart Prairie Road.  No complaints about color close to home.  Here's a selection.

And that, friends, is the end of the Summer Blog.  Thanks for sharing Summer with me!

 

My Winter season started November 1, and our Fall-> Winter transition was short.  Temps have been in the Winter range for awhile, and we've had a couple of minor snows.  I've not decided whether to a Winter Blog.  If I do, you'll be the first to know!