This has been one of the best years for Fall colors that I can remember. We've had a long string of cool nights with no freezing, and the trees have been stunning in their red and gold. Last weekend Anne and I drove an hour west of town for a hike along the Little Missouri. The weather was cool and sunny, the leaves blazing with color. The river was low, but still fast, and in deeper stretches the water was cold and clear to the bottom.



And other than a handful of other hikers, we had the place to ourselves.

Afterward, Anne slept for most of the drive home. I listened to Lucinda Williams and let the car eat up the road.