For my birthday, well a few days later, we drove up and over Lizard Head Pass to enjoy the changing colors of the aspens, which were every shade from green to yellow to orange to brown, the weather of rain, cold and snow and warmth, confusing them. You can see, above, the line of Highway 145 to the left and then below, the old railroad grade to the right, the space in the middle is over 1,000 feet down, if you were wondering.
Then at Alta Lake, we took the dirt again and drove up through pine and aspen to get to the high lake just at the edge of timberline, where on the other side of these rocks is the Telluride Ski Resort....
Even finding a fish, impervious to the cold, though he was swimming rather slowly...
But I would be too if I had to swim at 10,000 ft above sea level, burr!...
Driving back down to the highway, while the sun thought about coming down in the sky...
we got to Telluride for a late afternoon lunch or early dinner, enjoying the last bit of warmth, before the crisp cold comes to southwest Colorado. The moon starting to come up....
as the sun came down, captured through the glass of the gondola that connects Telluride below with Mountain Village above...
Back at the truck there wasn't quite enough light to capture a herd of elk graving as we made our way back out to the highway....
Thankful that on the weekend the dreaded road construction crews were taking a break in their race to get as much of the road work done before the snow and the skiers come...
