Fall is evident with every breath. The cliché of the air being cool and crisp still holds true, but nonetheless it is still refreshing as it fills your lungs. When you spend every moment in the outdoors you develop an acute sensitivity to even the slightest changes. The shadows are long, even at midday as the sun assumes its southern arc. The days are pleasantly cool, and the nights are cold, but a snuggle-up-warm in your sleeping bag kind of cold – perfect. Waking up to frost on the ground just to drink tea and watch the sun lick the tops of the mountains is worth it all.
One morning at a high alpine backcountry camp I woke up wondering if it got below freezing during the night. When I emerged from my tent I saw icicles on a nearby ledge – well, that answered my question, I thought. That night I was camped at 10,000 feet and it has not been so cold at lower elevations but regardless, I’m prepared for a little chill. Fall you are welcome here.
The coming of Fall is also significant for me because it marks the end of my trip through The West. With less than two months left to go I cannot believe time has pasted by so fast. I have been all over and got a good glimpse of the backcountry, but four months just seemed to escape me. Where has all the time gone? Looking back I would have done nothing differently – that’s life satisfaction.