Robinson Hill Road

I lived on Robinson Hill west of Denver, and loved fall.  And I still do.  On Sunday, I felt a wave of peace and joy looking at the distant mountains adorned with fall colors, golden aspens brilliant against dark evergreens, interesting rock formations, old buildings and fences and the gently curving dirt road with few cars.

We saw no wild life other than a chipmunk skipping across the road - literally.  Never saw one do that before.  Several horse grazed behind barbed-wire fences.  When I lived there, I knew the tempo of the animals - we seldom saw anything mid day.

Falling leaves signal winter snow - especially here.  This road may not be passable in bad weather, and bad weather can blow in quickly.