After returning from the Frank Church trip a couple weeks ago, things are starting to slow down and the change of season is well under way.
The summer of 61 has been a fast paced hammer down affair so this autumn is more about coasting into the winter season. What does coasting look like? Quiet strolls through the park and mellow bike rides on all the favorite McCall routes. Above, one of the many town deer fixing to stroll over to my house and eat some plants.
Marshland in the park. Nope, the aspens have not yet turned.
After the frenetic summer, the tourists have largely departed and the morning lake returns to its tranquil self.
On one of my many walks, Ansel, John’s grandson joins me. At the top of Jigsaw, he takes the VIP bucket seat and the arm instantly goes up. The kid is genetically programmed to play NTP!
Rains over the last two weeks have dampened the wildfires and swept in crystal clear and crisp fall air.
Strolling with Ansel, Mariel, and Jason.
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