It is fall, or so they say. I does not feel like fall to me. The weather is in the nineties. Most of the trees are very green.
But, it is october, which is not summer anymore.
Chris, who is used to uniform trees, want to go see the colored-leaf trees this weekend. Which is great by me. Every single trip we have ever gone on has been wonderful.
We are going up to Mammoth, and we are going to see the oldest trees in the world, the bristlecone pines. They say they are 6 thousand years old.
I’m taking monday off, since my sweet new job allows for the occasional day off. I am so looking forward to it.
It will be cold there. I will have to bring scarves and sweaters, and it will be lovely.