Autumn’s hues are intoxicating, especially in the mountains. We catch them all with some Colorado high country mountain biking.
Hours are magical. Moments are fleeting. And the colors change with every second.
It’s a time unlike any other throughout the year. The light shifts. Groves of quaking Aspen burn yellow, their leaves like embers carried to the ground. Gambel oaks set aflame in red and orange. Windblown grasses fade and dry to sweeping amber waves. The air is crisp, the sun rich. The gray rocks and dark trail cut through it all. Sounds pretty good to us, and we can’t wait.
