Autumn lingers in New England. It is as if the weather knows about the long dreary winter it has planned and is giving us a break. The trees are reluctant too. They sense that spring will be slow in coming and hold dearly to each yellow leaf before letting it fall. In my way, I have celebrated the passing of summer with another bike ride through my favorite woods. Speed doesn't ruin beauty at all, but my rides seem over all too soon, especially in the late Autumn, becase I know that when the ride is over I will stowe my bike away for a long, dark winter. I have this feeling in Autumn of both happiness, because it is so beautiful, but sad as well, because it will pass all too soon.

I followed Teton along a road less traveled past a west-running brook. It was a gorgeous ride and I couldn't have asked for a better way to end up the mountain biking season.

My birthday was yesterday and my sister's family came to visit. It is always so much fun to see them. Whenever I'm missing Utah, I just remember how great it is watching her kids grow up. We took Camden climbing with Teton and to throw rocks in the pond. The older I get, the faster time seems to go. It seems like only yesterday when I flew out to see him baptized. Now I see them at least once a month and am amazed how they grow so quickly.