Saturday, September 20, 2008
Much to be seen and done on this final day of the summer.
Ryan and I wound our way up the canyon to the other side of the range early this morning, finding a sunrise, a hawk, and running close to at least a couple of elk bugling back and forth across a ridge line.
We took Drie and Amy over the mountain in the afternoon to eat in Helper at the Balancing Rock Pub, taking the scenic route both ways. Things are coloring up and the grass dying back as the frost of winter comes down the mountains with the retreating sun's advance southward.
That's what makes the fall a time of deep magic, the interplay that can be found between heaven and earth and between the inhabitants of the ground feeling that change happening.