And Then it was October

October. Time to rest, time to breathe. Time to watch the season change. October. Moab. Fall. smokey air and cloudy sunsets. Orange and red and yellow and wool. October.

I love October. I love the harvest and the cool air and the costumes hanging in the aisles of every grocery store from here to everywhere. I love the corn mazes and the bright leaves and the stark contrast between sky and cloud. Just like photography, in October the light is a little dimmer, the exposure darker, and so the colors are rich and deep and saturated. I love the baseball playoffs, Halloween and my daughters birthday.

October.

This October also brings the inaugural Trans Utah. Friday a few hearty souls will set out on a 370 mile derangement in the mountains and deserts of southeastern Utah. And of course, I feel as if I should be there. And yet, I will not be. Not this year. But I will watch with curiosity and fascination at how each rider does over this uncharted and untamed terrain.

Best of luck to you pilgrims.

As for me, I will sit back and watch the season change. I will watch the days grow shorter and the leaves turn and die. I will ride when I can, enjoy the season when I can, and escape to the desert for that great gathering behind the rocks.

October.