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At the summit of Guanella Pass the short alpine willows have all lost their leaves. The groves of aspen on the way up the road from Georgetown have already turned bright yellow and faded into ghostly trunks. Autumn in the high country is an interesting time.
Looking west. Behind the close ridgeline are several hidden lakes.
Looking east toward Mount Evans.
Panorama at the top.
Heather and I went on a hike in Golden Gate Canyon State Park. We hiked up to Frazer Meadow through stands of aspens losing their golden leaves.
In another week, all of the leaves will be gone.
An old homesteader cabin in Frazer Meadow.
We will have to come back here in the spring.
Up on Ralston Roost looking out toward the Continental Divide.
The continental divide and the hills to the east.
A closeup of the continental divide. Click on the photo for a full-size version. The view is outstanding.
Heather took a photo of me while I was photographing the panorama.
Heading down from Ralston Roost looking to the northeast.
What a great hike! We went about six miles and gained/lost about 1000 feet.
Jessica and I headed up to the east portal of the Moffat Tunnel. It is the starting point for a wide variety of hikes into the James Peak Wilderness.
As we started up the trail, we saw a Union Pacific coal train exit the tunnel heading east toward Denver.
An old cabin up the trail. Jessica and Roxy heading up the raised trail.
The aspens here have almost all lost their leaves here.
Alpine meadows in the fall.
Snow in the woods from the first heavy snowfall of the year.
The continental divide through the trees.
Going up through the snow.
A little wet meadow below the lower Crater Lake.
Upper Crater Lake in all its glory.
What a great little lake! It was incredibly windy here.
The little rocky meadow at the outlet of upper Crater Lake.
Another beautiful view of the lake.
Logs floating in the lake.
It got windy enough that I needed a coat.
Yes, I hiked through the deep snow in my Five Fingers. It was a wee bit chilly.
Lower Crater Lake.
Heading back down toward the car, we saw this great view.
We stopped in Rollinsville at The Stage Stop for dinner. The sky was absolutely on fire.
