It is the first day of Fall. This evening Skyler, my grandson, and I slipped up the canyon to look at the Fall leaves. This pasture is very near one of my favorite ruffed grouse coverts.

The high country is a blaze with color. Reds, yellows golds and pinks accented by the deep greens of the pines and firs. In another week the Aspen will be showing their bright golds. Then after the first stiff storm winds, hinting at the long winter to come, those golden leaves will be gone.

Skyler and I sat at the edge of this high country pasture and watched the cattle graze as the sun slipped behind the ridge. Every so often a deer would slip from the brightly colored trees and browse along the edge of the meadow. They were very cautious never venturing far from the safety of the deep woods.

What a perfect evening.