PHOTOS: Fall color splashes Chugiak-Eagle River
Autumn rushes past us like a breath of wind. As the sun reclines lower in the sky, the air chills, leaves change into yellows and deepening reds and new snow creeps slowly down the mountains, we pause and look across our changing landscape.
“So little time before winter is upon us,” we reflect. “Where did summer go?”
As we rake leaves, clean rain gutters, dig out snow tires and set about other pre-winter tasks, we might see geese or sandhill cranes winging overhead on their annual migration. Hunters return from afield, some with a bounty and others with only memories. Before heading uphill to winter dens, bears converge on rivers where there are salmon; while high in the Chugach Mountains, sheep and goats fatten themselves on grasses and sedges to prepare for the long, cold winter.
Some people become melancholy during this season, while others look hopefully toward winter and all that it brings. Walking in the woods, taking in the pungent smells of autumn, one senses a lingering quiet, a hesitancy. We walk farther, pause again and breathe deeply, savoring the moment.
Frank E. Baker is a freelance writer from Eagle River.