From The Standard Mail Car
Autumn in the high country; Sharp cold air stings the nostrils with the tang of dying vegetation hit by the first hard freeze.
Above timberline the yellowing tundra is dusted with white, hinting of snows to come.
Veins of gold buried in the hard rock seem to have spilled forth their treasure, gilding the mountainsides where aspens stand among the tall spruce.
Afternoon’s rai…
