In the meantime, autumn marches inexorably to that time when I'll need the studded snow tires mounted on my vehicles, and it is not a chore I enjoy. As I write, the wild, wet, windy weather of last evening has morphed into an eerie stillness with rain falling straight down, mixed in with some suspiciously large and individually-seen white drops that I don't care to identify.
There's a fire in the woodstove, a mug of hot chocolate by my side, and the Seattle Seahawks game soon to begin, assuming those large white drops don't obscure the satellite signal.
Time to go back a week or two and continue our drive through autumn.
|An evergreen that turns yellow? I'll have to check this out.|
|Swans at Tern Lake|
|Fishing on Kenai Lake|
And home to my driveway.
Let's do this again. Stay tuned.