An autumn hike in Colorado mountains

There’s nothing like the first fall photography hike in Colorado’s mountains when the air is cool and fresh. The meadows filled with sweet-smelling wild grass have transformed from lush green to tawny gold with shimmers of silver. The smell of junipers and pines wafts through the air. Trails are sun-warmed and dry. Miles flow by effortlessly. The Colorado sky is a bold, striking blue with a few fluffy clouds sailing across.When I write “sailing across,” I mean: at Mach 4…

The Aftermath of a Bangin’ Storm

Rambling, gamboling, wandering to and fro, yon adventurers go forth. Let your nose lead you away from the stench of cities and to the sweet mountain meadows. Away from the humid, stagnant air to the cool, refreshing breeze of snowmelt waters rejuvenating the hills and dales below. Bonus points if you can guess what poem inspired that semi-coherent writing (read: awful? Depends on your stance and how picky you are). Last week, a raging thunderstorm swept through southern Colorado. I…