The DrsC are migratory "snowbirds," when the snow falls, we fly. When winter extends its first icy tentacles and we get a hard frost, as it has done at our 6000 ft. elevation in the western Wyoming Rockies, we head for warmer locales, normally northern Califorinia.
We are in the middle of that process now. As a result of hours spent on the road and indifferent Internet connections at RV parks, posts to this blog will be thin for a couple of days.
We left behind the brief glory that is autumn in the high country, the mountain maple turning orangish-red across the south-facing slopes, the pale green of the aspens beginning to yellow, the sunlight taking on a faint amber tone. See photos of this spendor at the other DrC's blog: cruztalkingtwo.blogspot.com.
As I write this in northern Nevada, we've already returned to almost hot weather. Heat will definitely be our lot in NorCal, it won't reliably cool off there until November. Not complaining, we decided when we retired to spend our lives in climates approximating late spring as close to year-round as possible, and we've succeeded. You are permitted to envy, if so inclined.
