Fall in Ouray
We may not be the northeast but Fall is not too crappy down this way. It was a pretty spectacular morning here in the San Juans. The colors are just out of this world.
We found a few flat, fairly stable roads on which we could take the old man, who did great! He was having a blast sniffing and rooting around in the high grasses. And now he’s snoring so loudly we have to considerably raise our voices just to talk to one another.