Mountain peaks frosted in ‘Termination dust’; ptarmigan and snowshoe hares replacing brown wardrobes with white; Canadian geese ‘V’ formations above; forest floors carpeted in aspen’s gold below; alpine tundra flecked with brilliant bearberry red . . . all harbingers of The Last Frontier’s all too brief fall surrendering to another all too long winter.
Denali National Park displays fall’s farewell signatures in matchless fashion. Here’s but a few reminding us that life is best measured not by the number of breaths we take, but those that take our breath away . . . they left me breathless and blessed.