The F Word

I went back to White Pine Lake in Little Cottonwood yesterday to help me get my head around the beginning of fall. Of course, the lake at 10,000 feet was well into fall and moving on to winter, so that pushed me a little further along in my acceptance. Thanks, nature.

 

(The lake was so low--compare it to three months ago when I was there last.) 

 

At least fall is orange. It could be worse.