Crisp leaves, frosted white,
Autumn days bring longer night.
Snowline dropping and hunters gone,
Blue sky, grey skies, awaiting dawn.
I love the shoulder seasons in the Methow. Few hikers, the smells and sights of change. The migratory birds have passed through leaving the hearty residents behind.
Cedar Creek has a number of logs down. Only one at 2.5 miles posed much of a problem.
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