Scattered along the hillsides that surround the historic towns of Central City and Blackhawk you will find dozens of cemeteries, final resting places of the hearty souls who traded the easy life for a chance to pull treasure from the Earth. It can be a bit spooky to stroll through these graveyards at dusk on a cold fall evening, leaves crunching under your feet as you walk, looking over your shoulder with an unexplainable feeling that you are not alone.
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“Autumn is a second spring, where every leaf is a flower” ~ Albert Camus
So bittersweet is this time of the year in Colorado. The moment I see the first signs of Autumn, I find myself crying out to the season, “I miss you already”. And as each week passes there is a sharpening of the senses, a greater appreciation for the gentle sound of the breeze rustling through the soft glowing leaves, the warmth of the sun, the length of the day. I have been witnessing this grand finale of the Colorado Summer for my entire life, yet each time I am actually surprised that nature has so many colors in its palette.