Well, there's surely an autumn glow in the park. So much changed in the week we were gone. Also, the lightning-caused Spruce Fire is about ten miles from Fishing Bridge, so the smoke from that was impacting the scenery. The red dogs are no longer red. They must be grown up enough to winter over now that they're the same color as the rest of the herd. Our meadow off the back porch is looking a little dried up. The time goes so fast. This is the latest in the year I have ever been in the park. Farewell, Dear Place!
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