Fall In The San Juans

I was up with a buddy at the old Ruby Trust Mine a few miles outside and uphill from Ouray, Colorado when a minor storm passed over. Coming downhill, the clouds were breaking up showing one of the season’s first snows high up. The aspens were still in transition here at roughly 10,500 ft but it won’t be long before they begin to look more like bare white sticks when the brilliant foliage turns from green to yellow to brown to gone. The tallest peaks in the background top 13,000 ft. The location is near the ghost town of Sneffles and the Revenue Mine. (The location of the Ruby Trust as marked on Giggle Maps does not appear to be correct)

Days grow shorter and the nights are getting long
Feels like we’re running out of time
Every day it seems much harder tellin’ right from wrong
You got to read between the lines
Don’t get discouraged, don’t be afraid
We can make it through another day
Make it worth the price we pay
Fight the Good Fight – Triumph
Good advice, well versed. Thanks.
Since we seem to be in an advisory mode, I thought I would post this poem posted on the Society of Classical Poets website yesterday.
Deep thoughts from the well of common sense. Thanks
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