With the summer ending, we decided to take one last backpacking trip, before winter snows close the canyons. Colder weather and rain chased away many hikers, leaving the four of us alone on the trail, most of the time. September, in the Uintas, is a peaceful time, dotted with occasional thunderstorms. Nature begins to wind down, and everything seems slower, quiet, and yet full of radiance and color. Aspen trees and low growing shrubs burn with autumn's bright yellows, oranges, and fuchsias - starkly contrasted by the evergreen forest.
Jason brought his girlfriend, Kristine along. Although it was cold, she didn't seem to mind, and even braved a hailstorm, to keep fishing with Jason. Jenn and I surrendered to the storm's furry, abandoning them for cover underneath the trees.
At night, rain soaked the basin, waking us, as the thick drops collided against our tent, before running to the ground. Though a bit surprised by the noise, I was reassured when I found no water inside the tent, and soon fell back to sleep, comfortably surrounded by warmth inside my sleeping bag. Morning came silently, greeting us with a beautiful sunrise and blue skies.
2 comments:
Once again, awesome pictures. I could hardly say you can call your weather "summer" anymore! You people are nuts- thank goodness for places where it doesn't get cold! :)
You guys are so brave...Colby and I just aren't cold weather people. Although, I do think it would be fun to go backpacking. But maybe just not in September. :)
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