When I think of fall, I think of the color gold. Golden leaves that surely must have sparked the chaos of miners searching for gold in these hills, because how could nature shine so brilliantly without the help of precious metals? When I think of fall, I think of aspen trees and windy … Continue reading A Colorado Autumn
Let me tell you a little story. An odyssey, if you will. It’s about my grandpa and I think you’ll enjoy it.