On a cool September morning as I was making my way up Guardsman’s Pass once again, a splash of color caught my eye. A stand of aspen trees that I had previously passed many times, suddenly stopped me. The forest floor was ablaze with scarlet and gold hues. The Aspens, with their leaves turning gold themselves, were quaking as if they knew of the coming snow that was soon to follow.
On a cool September morning as I was making my way up Guardsman’s Pass once again, a splash of color caught my eye. A stand of aspen trees that I had previously passed many times, suddenly stopped me. The forest floor was ablaze with scarlet and gold hues. The Aspens, with their leaves turning gold themselves, were quaking as if they knew of the coming snow that was soon to follow.
