Well, just a week after the gloomy hike, we got a sunny and gorgeous day. We could probably draw a metaphor for life from this, but just enjoy all the different blues instead:
Category: nature
Gloomy!
You know things are dire when even a hike can’t help you entirely shake the existential dread. We never regret getting out, but there were very few moments where we stopped to enjoy the beauty and a lot more moments of wading through slush and post-holing into the snow.
But the air was clean and the forest smelled good, even if it was gray. And we weren’t on the internet for a couple hours!

Snowflakes That Fall On My Nose & Eyelashes
Ice Palaces
Powdered Sugar
Snowliage
Goodbye For Now, Upper Canyon
It was a cloudy day and the leaves were almost all off the trees, so maybe I can think of the canyon as sleeping for the next two years instead of inaccessible and about to be fundamentally changed?
I’m going to miss that stream at the top, but I have to remember the same water will be at the bottom, too.
Almost The Last Of The Upper Canyon
Millcreek Canyon’s upper gate closes for the winter on November 1, but this time it’s going to stay closed for two years while the road gets widened. (I felt a little better about such a big construction project after I read the environmental assessment, but there’s no way around them taking out trees.)
Anyway, we’re trying to enjoy the last couple weekends at the top. It was a brisk 45 degrees up there yesterday but still so nice to be out.

Recommendation: Playing Hooky
If you’re between projects and have a lot of sick time that doesn’t roll over and your partner has a bonus day off, might I recommend calling out and heading to the mountains?
You can go to the trails that are packed on the weekends and only see a handful of people and just generally enjoy the trees and the clouds and the play of light and shadow. 10/10, strongly recommend.
Sunny Days
Dr. Toby was on the case Saturday while I recovered from my covid/flu shots (get vaccinated, y’all!) but I was all better Sunday and we went out to 70-degree temps and peak fall colors.
I’m not sure who left two jack-o-lanterns at the trailhead (probably a group getting pictures?) but I can only hope some little creature recreates Mousekin’s Golden House.

























