But I wasn't sure what I would find at 7800 feet, in late August, here in the mountains of New Mexico.
I found 7800 feet is yarrow and mullein and lupine. Dogs and sunshine and ponderosa pines.
It's thunder that rolls through the canyons and over the ridges. And it's tiny oak leaves, glowing with the promise of autumn.
It's a beautiful time and place.
How, or where, do you find the changing season?