Day 330: Summer is winding down. There's a nip in the morning air even in Flatland, and the sky is taking on that blue shade which typifies September on the Mountain. The wildflowers have mostly had their fling and are now husbanding their energies to survive the long months of cold and snow.
This is the time of year I love best. Soon, you'll be hard pressed to find a mosquito in the backcountry. The gentians will come, last flower of the season, blue cups capturing the sky within their depth. It is a glorious time to be in the mountains, September. Go, and get their good tidings, as John Muir once advised.
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