Tomorrow being the first day of September marks the beginning of a busy month. There will be a mini-vacation, possibly even two, my birthday, my grandson's birthday, my wife's birthday, and the beginning of Fall in the mountains.
As I say every year, Fall is my favorite time of year to be in Colorado. The leaves will be changing, daytime temperatures will be in the 70s, night times will be a bit chilly in the 40s and 50s, and there normally will be some snow in the mountains, not enough to cause the Elk and Mule Deer to start their annual migration out of the high country and into the low lands, but enough to make the mountains look like Colorado mountains should look.
Of course with Denver only being about 5500 feet in altitude those temperature changes will come later in September than they did in the foothills where I used to live which was about 3000 feet higher than Denver. But I have about 30 years of memories of living in the foothills and their still fresh in my mind.
September is when I would get serious about cutting firewood for the winter. When I heated my house solely with wood burned in two wood stoves. It took several cords a year to keep us warm so I would try to put up at least four or five cords just in case it was a bad winter. Needless to say I became very skilled at sharpening a chainsaw.
And of course September was the beginning of hunting season, mostly archery and black powder. Where I lived the popularity of hunting was second only to watching a Bronco game on TV, so all the talk around town was who saw a herd of Elk, and where, and when would the migration start.
I miss a lot of things about my life back then but one thing I don't miss is shoveling snow. I spent way too many years operating a snow shovel before I bought a gas powered snowblower, or before I had the money to pay to have it done. And all too often my aching back will remind me of all the hours I spent in sub zero weather shoveling snow off my driveway, but I take a couple of Tylenol and the memories fade away.