The mountains are so beautiful in the Fall, the yellow Aspens, and a skiff of snow on the mountain tops that blends with the low-lying white clouds so you can't tell where the mountains end and the sky begins, makes everything look so pretty.
I got up early and went back to the Monte Vista State wildlife area again; it seems to be where most of the Geese and the Sandhill Cranes are.
I stopped and got some diesel fuel at $3.59 a gallon in Alamosa; good grief, diesel is high now. I wonder what possibly could have happened from a year ago when it was a dollar a gallon less, and we were exporting oil to other countries.... I guess we'll never know.
At least I'm getting better fuel mileage toten the bronco around than towing the Arctic Fox. I've been averaging about 17 miles per gallon running around the area here. But every place I go, it's been over 7000 feet, and I think my mileage will be somewhat better when I get down to some lower elevations during my winter travels.
The weather forecast says it's supposed to be clear tonight, so maybe I can get outside after dark, bundle up in a coat, put the camera on a tripod, and see if I can get a Milky Way picture or three. The moon should be nothing more than a sliver, so hopefully, it won't outshine the Milky Way.
I've been so busy chasing these infernal birds that I haven't had much time to relax. Everywhere I go, the scenery is just so pretty it makes me want to come back again the next day, and it's been that way since it stopped raining a couple of days ago. I guess I'll have to wait till I get back to Denver to catch up on my relaxing.
These are Ducks, or Puffins, or something. As far as I know there are only two kinds of Ducks, those you eat, and those you don't. And since I can't tell until I taste them, these critters will remain anonymous.
The Cranes wings are so big they're excellent gliders. If the breeze is right they can go anywhere they want with hardly a flap.
I never tire of seeing the Cranes fly by, they make it look so easy, like anyone could do it.
Playing in the sky.
Sandhill cranes feeding in a farmers field. I sure wish they could find something to eat closer to the road, but I've never seen them closer than a couple of hundred yards from a road. Maybe they don't trust the drivers around here.