On Saturday, September 25, 2010, I picked up my good friend and fellow photographer Sequoia for was likely our last
photo trip into the mountains before she moves to California. We have enjoyed many such mornings driving, enjoying each others company and getting some great shots in places
off the beaten path. Our destination was Steamboat Springs but our goal was to try to capture some of the autumn scenes we were being blessed with seeing.
We now had been to Steamboat Springs - a beautiful ski town, a place I would love to come back to and stay for a while. We had backtracked over Rabbit Ears Pass
and were now heading East towards Ft. Collins and the Front Range of the Rockies. The color around us was gorgeous but a truly bright grove of aspens caught my eye - so
much so that Sequoia was a bit nervous that I wasn't watching where I was driving. She mentioned the dirt road we had just passed as a possible way to get up to those
trees. After an abrupt turn-around, we bounced up the road to discover an aspen wonderland.
Just on the other side of those mountains lies the start of the plains of the midwest. But here, the colors and scenery were incredible. The goldish brush in the foreground
is a bog - good place for spotting moose. One of the reasons we stopped here was the red coloring in the trees. Unlike the East Coast (where I grew up) we don't get much more
than Aspen Gold so reds really stand out.
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