Breath of Autumn
The winds of the changing season are blowing through Flagstaff, foreshadowing a winter soon approaching with an early snowfall. The aspens on the Peaks are already bare, and only until I saw their shaded faces did I realize the extent of things – Winter is here to stay. With that in mind I packed up and rushed to Red Mountain before snow and Snowbowl visitors make the road impassable. The day was already far advanced and sunlight flitted through the trees as I drove northward, bound for that place I’ve come to know so well. You, as well, may have heard me describe the hike many times before, and so I’ll keep the travelogue to a minimum. With that in mind, I think every photo was something special (with a couple exceptions), so I’ll give you more of a graphical description which follows my own path in that quiet, mysterious mountain.
Too soon the evening darkened my path, and so I made my careful way out of the folded stone canyons to begin the walk back through the trees. As more of the sky was revealed I realized the sun had not completely set yet, with the edges of clouds tinted orange and pink, and I knew that I would have just minutes to capture a photo I hadn’t before – The last light of day slipping from the peaks of Arizona’s tallest mountains. And with only one point on the trail with a clear view southeast, my last destination was an obvious one. Luckily, the view did not disappoint.