Deeper into autumn, four days past the equinox. Cooler wetter weather has people hunting for rain gear and delving into the warm hat collection. Soaked to the skin on the crest yesterday, today we elected to go further east into the rain shadow.
The sky cleared sporadically as the wind gusted from the northwest. Fine drizzle fell at times, but we ate lunch in the sun. Every day the colors seem to shift to less green and more gold and red. Wolf tracks (pretty sure) in the rain-pounded trail, and scat on a rock. Ravens sailed past ridges, barely in control of their flight and squawking hoarsely.
Would not be surprised to see a dusting of fresh snow on Mt. Stuart tomorrow.