Last Saturday we drove up into our canyon to see the colors.
I'd been watching the trees on the mountainsides all week, and I knew that this was going to be the perfect time to go.
I was right. It was incredible.
We took a "picnic" of cheese and crackers, juicy green apples from my uncle's tree, potato (or "tomato" if you're Ellie) chips, and banana pudding for dessert.
After we finished our food we took a little walk around the lake, saw lots of doggies, threw rocks into the river, made a mini dam to see if we could stop the water (we couldn't), and found a little lane that made Kent and I want to build a house right there right then. Can't you just picture a sweet little cabin here, with a cozy porch and a wood-burning fireplace?
I just love fall.