by Steve Eginoire
Some might say we have it good, living in a part of the world where Mother Nature puts on a legendary display before settling in for a long winter. It’s a place where the casual palette of summer foliage transforms into a psychedelic blaze, marking the closing months of another year. Intertwined with warm days and cool nights, the progression of color is a feast for the eyes. And as usual, our much-fabled aspen groves are stealing the show.