I just got back from my favorite walk and it is glorious up there. Tremendous sweeps up the mountainsides in shades of golds and greens. The snow is almost halfway down the mountains, almost to the colors of the treeline, although it will probably retreat again before it heads seriously downhill. Filmy mist clings to the lower mountainsides, outlining every crag and crevice.

The ravens are much in evidence today, swooping in large, effortless spirals voicing their musical calls so different from summer's family-focused raucousness, and two eagles sang their rusty hinge songs to each other. Today I would love to be a bird.

Ebbie