A Week Late

Gasp! Shock! Awe!

Ha Ha Ha!! I gotcha! You silly sillies. I was a week late, but just what was I late doing, you implore? Well, going on a drive up the canyon to see the changing leaves, of course. Yes, now you can breathe that sigh of relief that has been building up in your lungs. Put your eyes back in your head and let's continue at a nice, leisurely pace.

Now, I can use the word "we." I couldn't before because saying "We were a week late" just wouldn't produce the effect I was going for. Anyway, after a very enjoyable Sunday at my sweet little Grandma's house watching General Conference, we took the Alpine Loop home. It goes up Provo Canyon and down American Fork Canyon. We were hoping to see the last of the changing leaves. The tops of the mountains were covered in a beautiful layer of fresh white snow, providing a lovely contrast with the once-more-colorful leaves.
This picture of Bridal Veil Falls is quite a good'un I must say, especially considering it was taken out my window while Gary was going 70 miles per hour.

A lot of Provo Canyon is, as I call it, Robert Redford Country. He pretty much owns the mountain, and I must admit he has done a good job taking care of it. He must spend hours upon hours weeding every day. I hope he has a good pair of gardening gloves. That Robert- the great conservationist of our time.

One thing did bother us as we drove through Robert Redford Country, though. We were disturbed, as usual, to see that he callously and ironically nailed "Private Property" signs to the trees- as if they weren't even human! I mean, c'mon. Using a perfectly innocent tree to make a statement. Now that just makes me want to do something rash, like walk "barefoot in the park" or something! No, I'd probably wear my "sneakers," but I would get "up close and personal" if I did see Robert also walking in the park, barefoot or non, and ask him why, oh why he chose to do such a thing! He'd chuckle and pat me on the head and reply, "Because I'm rich." Then I'd ask if I could be his friend. Then we'd mourn the loss of "Butch." (This is the second time I've talked about Robert Redford in my blog. Weird.)

I decided to use the above dead tree as propaganda against using trees as law enforcement. Oh sure, there were plenty of live trees around with "Private Property" nailed to them, but that just wouldn't serve my purpose. We decided this one died a slow death from a puncture wound to the heart. Just kidding. I'll set the sarcasm aside, for now. We just found it ironic. :)
So, as I mentioned, we were a week late in seeing the bright orange and red leaves, which I love, but I also love the yellows, and those are the ones we were able to catch.

"Walk down that lonesome road, all by yourself.
Don't turn your head back over your shoulder.
And only stop to rest yourself when the silver moon
Is shining high above the trees."

Gotta love James Taylor, or as he prefers me to call him, Sweet Baby James.

Though the leaves were not as brilliant as we've seen them in years past (as in the dating years), we consider this trip up the canyon a successful one. It was beautiful. The boys loved it . . . then fell asleep. BYU Men's Chorus played in the background. The air was a cool, crisp, and crunchy 43 degrees. Delicious! Fall has fallen.

PS- Please ignore the dates on the bottom of the pictures. I use them when I print off hundreds of pictures at a time. I would be lost without them.