I was lucky enough to be invited by my good friends to stay with them in their mountain home in Crested Butte for a few days. They were the perfect fall days, crisp and clear with sun.
The yellow leaves were still holding on to the trees, as well as covering the ground with color. Everyday we went on a hike for a few hours. One day I took my camera and struck off for a few hours in the woods alone. I lay on the ground and just listened to the rustling of the trees and looked up at the glory of the aspens. I love that the town has preserved the original mining shacks. If you walk the alleys you see a piece of the old history hidden away.