Autumn in the high country Sharp cold air stings the nostrils with the tang of dying vegetation hit by the first had freeze.
Above timberline the yellowing tundra is dusted with white, hinting of snows to come.
Veins of gold buried in the hard rock have spilled their treasure, gilding the mountainsides, where Aspens stand among the tall Spruce.
Afternoon's rainstorms roll away and the sun sets the le…
