I don't think I've ever experienced fall colors first hand. How sad is that sentence? Don't worry, I appreciated them very much this past week to make up for my 21 years of ignorance.
After going on a hike this past Saturday among these amazing fall leaves and failing to bring my camera I had to make a return trip to capture them before they were on the ground. Fran came along and we had a lovely ride up singing lots of gangster songs. When we got there we indulged in the inevitable photo shoot, and ended the adventure chilling in the back of the newly acquired subaru, and, in my case, eating Jimmy John's. That's what I call a good Monday night.
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