Rocks are what we got

On our return from Mesa Verde, we took a short detour to indulge in one of our favorite activities: watching rocks. At Angel Peak we were entertained by young 60 million year old mudstones from the early mammalian era and above the Brazos Box we watched middle aged 1.6 billion year old quartzite. Like people, the young rocks were vibrant and colorful while the older rocks were gray and staid. There is nothing like rock watching to make you feel young and alive.

OK, so there are too many redundant pictures here. But I like them.

Angel Peak
and an actual Angel

Sample of colors

Same, but different

Even more different

On to Brazos

The Angel followed me

The Fall Color

Yes, the color. Singular.

Here in the southern Rockies the fall color is yellow. Sure, there are other colors. The sky is blue, the pine trees green, the granite is often pink. A teeny percentage of the trees turn orange and some of the undergrowth becomes a rusty red. But it is overwhelmingly yellow aspens.

I heard one tourist say "It sure is pretty but I don't like yellow." Well, in a few months there actually will be only one color: white. This is way better.

Next to an RV from Wisconsin I found this empty bottle.

No, this isn't me.

Ah, pink granite. And a few orange aspens.

Wow! More orange.

Lots of blue at this altitude.