I hope you brought a sack lunch and a thermos of hot coffee or hot tea. Yesterday we went up one of the local back roads to get fire wood. We had gone up to the first part of the road before, but never to the end where the mountain lake is. With last years rains the bridge was washed out so this year there was a lot of construction going on to restore the road and bridge. Why is it that some of the most beautiful places to visit are only one lane and that there always seems to be a very steep cliff on one side? This was no exception. It was impressive all the fall colors from beginning to end just gorgeous. All the bright colors a gift to the eyes. Especially after driving through one tone farm lands to get there. Arriving to the end of road the Lake was the destination. This year has been dry and hot with several wild fires filling the air with smoke. It was shocking when we arrived to the lake expecting to see a crystal clear lake now stood a dry and cracked lake bed. We set out to explore we were by ourselves at first the area was church quiet an eagle flies straight towards us I think we were being pretty quiet as well. It eventually see us and circles around to sit at the top of a tall tree and just watches. Shortly more people show up to see the lake or the absence of the lake. After a nice lunch it’s back down the winding road time to work. Navar spots a few dead trees just off the road. I was surprised at how much dead wood was available also shocking to think of it as a very large dry tender box. With my soft gloves with a belly full of food I was ready to toss the logs into the back of the truck. Between the two of us it didn’t really take too long. Navar turns on the radio as we drive home down the mountain. I’m looking at the narrow road just hoping we don’t meet any one coming up. Garrison Keillor comes on the radio and his first word were it’s official fall has arrived. Looking at the yellows, greens, flaming reds and bright light filled orange colors, I couldn’t agree more . It was perfect listening to Garrison’s unique deep voice telling us stories on the drive back. Resting and tired listening, bumping down the dusty road. That was a fun added surprise.