It was looking like this may be the last nice day for a while, so I put everything aside and headed up to the mountains for a day ride before the rain and snow knock all the leaves off the trees.
Leaving town I tried for the first time to take pictures while riding. (I got my armpit a few times, but I‘«÷m learning.)
Toward the edge of the Laramie Plains there is a little lake.
I continued toward the hills.
Up past remote ranches‘«™
Welcome to Colorado.
Finally, leaving the main (dirt) road‘«™
Into the woods‘«™
Finally reaching an area above the aspens and cottonwoods‘«™
Up in this area, the only ‘«£autumn color‘«ō is caused by pine bark beetles killing the trees.
There was just a dusting of snow in the woods, but finding this at mid-day means more snow is coming.
Hmmm. I‘«÷m out of cell phone range, I‘«÷m traveling alone, no one knows I‘«÷m here, and I haven‘«÷t seen another vehicle for over an hour. Time to turn around.
Back to the county road. They may not plow it, but it‘«÷s better than that forest road. (And if I‘«÷m lying in the middle of it, someone might come by before next weekend.)
Besides, the scenery is pretty good here too.
Uh, what does that sign say?
To be continued...