This weekend a cold front blew through my neck of the woods. The first of the season, putting a welcomed end to a long stretch of 100+ degree days. On Friday, we set a record when the mercury topped 105. By Saturday morning, we were enjoying lows hovering around 60 and highs in the mid-eighties. Around here, we call that fall.
It was fabulous. Picture perfect, and I just simply couldn’t allow it to go by without getting out to enjoy it. Along the way, I found this guy perched on a dead tree branch.
Of Bears and Boating 