Fall in Rocky Mountain National Park

These pics are from a while ago, but I'm posting them now because I just got access to my computer again (I got an LCD monitor for 75 bucks on craigslist and it's awesome!) Fall in Rocky Mountain National Park has to be the most beautiful season. The colors are spectacular; the aspen and willows are golden and the tundra is russet red. The elk are in the meadows getting down to business, and the eerie dinosaur-like calls of the bulls echo off the mountains. This fellow here strutted right in front of us as he went to check on his harem. He was a gorgeous specimen of elkdom.

The colors of fall are beautiful on a grand scale. . .. . . and on a small scale.

And the colors as we ascended to the tundra on Fall River Road took my breath away.

Sigh. I wish fall lasted more than a couple of weeks. I guess it does last longer here; it starts in the high country and works its way down. The trees on the plains are only now changing colors, while those in the mountains have lost all their leaves. But fall is definitely most spectacular when coupled with unspoiled mountain vistas.