And then my camera died, because I’d forgotten to charge the battery. I took a few more photographs with my phone, but mostly I just experienced the colours, the scents, the feeling of the light breeze. And, of course, the pounding of my heart as I hauled myself up the steep hills. What a lovely place to spend a couple of hours on a sunny fall afternoon.
Gorgeous photos, Ken! Makes me homesick for fall on the prairies!
It’s such a lovely place.
Absolutely beautiful! Different to see just the pictures — I miss your commentary.
I left my little notebook at home and tried to experience that place without writing anything down.