I know what you’re thinking: Forget gelato, Los Angeles, walking. What this blog needs is more photos of trees! And I agree! Being the fall-deprived Angeleno that I am, I went all the way to Crested Butte, Colorado to snap shots of the aspens in color. Except when I got there, the leaves were pretty much all gone.
What leaves hadn’t left weren’t exactly the golden yellow hearts you see fluttering through those John Denver lyrics. A wet autumn had rendered them more like a pale chartreuse.
Luckily, there was plenty more color to find in town.
From the houses.
To the recreational equipment.
Even the bikes are colorful in Crested Butte.
And sometimes… stuffed.
It seemed like some people in Crested Butte were fed up with the trees losing their leaves, and carved them into seasonal lawn ornaments instead.
Or porch decor.
Really, who needs trees, anyway? Certainly not the Continental Divide.
More photos of Crested Butte.