I can’t stop adding pictures. Sorry. I think it’s because I want to capture the day. I wish there were “photos” of the feel of the cool thin high altitude air, and the smell of the fall leaves, and the flickering noise of the leaves as they blow in the wind, or the crunch under my wheels as I fly by. This is for sure a happy place for me.

I wish I could call my mom and tell her about it. I was reminded today that I am just a couple weeks before the 2nd anniversary of her sudden death. Bittersweet to not hear her excited exclamations about the colors and how much she also loves fall in the mountains.