After spending several fall seasons in Wisconsin, I grew to love the bright and vibrant colors that October brought with it. This season in particular I’ve longed to see the colors of fall, pleading with Steve for a trip to Wisconsin for this purpose alone. However, that was not in the cards for us right now, but a trip to see my grandma was. Since Montana received snow almost two weeks ago, I had convinced myself by the time I reached Montana there would be nothing but baren trees. As the plane crossed a mountain that opened up into the valley, my heart skipped more than a couple beats as I saw the valley covered in red and gold. My excitement caught me off guard as a smile stretched across my face for the duration of the landing. It was just what I hoped to see.
I had more than enough time to soak in all the beauty. I was quickly reminded that with beautiful fall colors is cooler weather (a whopping 25 degrees one morning)- weather my body hasn’t experienced in a long time. I’ll take a weekend of cold for the beauty of fall every year if I can.