Fall in Bayfield
Cruisin’ through the hills and mountains of Colorado on an early October day is simply fantastic. The drastic change in colors of the leaves is outstanding and the sighting of vivid patches of autumn hues among the evergreens makes what is usually a long drive, quite pleasant. Seeing the “leaves turn” (specifically the aspens) is a big thing out here in Colorado. People obsessively try to pinpoint the exact afternoon that marks the peak of the season. It is covered like any other piece of news in the papers and on tv. I don’t remember it being such big hype back home, as this thing called harvest seemed to always take the cake. Fall was just fall and appreciating the gorgeous colors seemed more a part of the larger appreciation for the cycle of the seasons and what that meant to the farmer. Fall was rejoiced when the harvest was bountiful and brought fret when it wasn’t.
Approaching Bayfield, there was little time to fret about any kind of harvest, except the road kill kind. It had gotten late and we had deer and elk wandering around to worry about. We fortunately didn’t bring home any dinner, and instead arrived looking forward to getting some shut eye. The next day, I was again reminded of how much better it is to experience a place with someone who is personally tied to the place. Bayfield would have probably been just a place that you drive through, but since we had a local tour guide excited to show her home turf, we got the insider view.