Higher up, the aspens take over. Yellows replace the reds.
Junie considers, then decides she approves
Some sort of heathen dance going on here
Ky found a heart
Mapleton, later that day. Bright reds here too.
We drove a little way up Maple Canyon and there were a few spectacular trees. Not as many as some years, though. The early snow must have been heavy here---there were broken branches everywhere. It looked like a huge windstorm had blown through, ripping trees off mid-trunk in some places. It is strange that such a gentle, fluffy, incremental little thing can wreak such destruction.