even had Casey working on a few birds.
Mother Nature was in all her splendor, a few greens, lots of gold, with a bit of red splashed in.
She sure is pretty in the fall.
I had forgotten what the mountains smell like this time of year....
There is no mistaken the smell of Indian Summer.
enjoying every last minute.
For this wondrous display of color won't last forever.
Trail to the Falls.
Roughlock Falls
Trail to the falls.
Spearfish Canyon
Eagle Cliff Trail
Yes, I have a collapsible snoopy bowl for Casey when we hike.
Bridal Veil Falls
Spearfish Creek
God smiled on us when we chose to move to the Black Hills. It's just as pretty as Wyoming, just has different sights to enjoy.
More pictures to follow as Casey and I enjoy the last of the beautiful weather!
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