Well, that about wraps it up. Another Indian Summer, now but a fleeting memory. Old Man Winter has moved on in, and he ain’t leavin’ for a while. As we adjust our lives to the beat of a new season, some will laugh, some will cry, and some will head down to Mexico. But in one way or another, we usually make due. So here’s a look at Durango, as the final weeks of the year twenty-eleven draw to an end.