Each time Autumn comes around, I'm reminded that it is my favorite. While each season offers its own unique charms, for me, Fall is different. Winter obviously is special. Spring offers similar endeavors, if not more relaxed and reliable, with the opportunity to link up juxtaposed activities. Summer in the mountains is a beautiful time, with long days to explore different places and an explosion of life.
Each of those season offers different experiences in the wilderness.
But Autumn feels unique. While I certainly love summiting a peak no matter the time of year, the solitude of winter, and the easiness of spring, Autumn's pull transcends.
Autumn is the season that pulls me, with fortitude, into the mountains. The days linger, ever so slightly, and they remain accessible after work, with ease. Cold morning air hearkens a change in the world. Higher up, the colors turn sooner, almost impatiently waiting for winter.
Autumn is not just going to the mountains, but being in the mountains.
This was the first day of Autumn in the Mt. Rose Wilderness.
thanks for readin'
Edited by splitter - 9/28/11 at 6:43pm