I’m finding it difficult to escape my comforter these mornings, now. Waking up before the sun breaks the ridge to the east, daylight arrives chilly and covered in dew. It’s a quick, breath-stealing move from our loft to a pair of fleece pants and a pullover before I can light the range and step outside with Tischer to water the gravel. It’s fall and I love it.
A weekend back, Natalie and I drove up the road for an overnight adventure to a new lake and campground with hopes that early autumn had found the premises as well. Leaving after a last-minute decision, we didn’t arrive until lunch time and by then it was a comfortable summer temperature on the water, even with a steady east wind running down the river canyon. This made for enjoyable paddling and shoreline jaunting as the warm wind dried our swimwear and hair, perhaps a final time for the season.