My morning commute to work has been absolutely serene lately. A slight, cool breeze and low morning light remind me that autumn is right around the corner. The evenings, too, feel a bit more, dare I say it, fall-like, losing the sweet smells of grass and humid, clammy air. This transition is my favorite. The heat and mosquitoes of summer quietly disappear. Camping becomes much cozier and climbing psych is at an all time high. Temperatures become ideal for rock scrambling and the festive thoughts of cinnamon-pumpkin treats are difficult to ignore.
This weekend, we plan to celebrate the end of summer. Mid-to-high 70s will kindly greet us and local weather experts are calling for a ‘dusting’ of fresh snow in the mountains. We’re headed to another new crag about an hour outside of Denver, exploring and climbing the rock of Devil’s Head. Hopefully soon, we can find some time to post our weekend getaway and our previous adventure to Ten Sleep with great friends, new and old.
These last few weeks have flown by; it’s been challenging to keep up. Winter will be knocking on our door before we know it.