The canyon walls attempted to hide the hot sun. It was still 73 degrees at 4:30 on September 21st in the middle of the Poudre Canyon. 
Last year we missed almost every second of the fall transition because we were on our Hawaiian Adventure. This year I was going to hunt down and conquer the fall beauty. I realized that 15 minutes into our drive that I had been a bit over zealous. It was still summer even on the first day of fall. Even in Colorado. Ah well.
Darren worked all weekend and I gave in to sleepovers and the kids were completely and utterly wiped out, cranky little you know whats on Sunday. 
Today we pulled them out of school a little early and bagged after school activities and got out of dodge for just a few hours.
We drove up up up in search of yellows and reds and we finally found some. We stopped the crazy on a Monday, the after school madness, work and homework to carve out a moment. With minimal fighting and some candy for photo op bribery, we made it work. We had a beer and some ginger ale on a riverside deck and toasted the goodness of the moment.
Happy Monday!
