Golden Leaves
When I picture the quintessential image of beauty of my wife, Dylan, it’s this song which makes that image even stronger. Back in October of 1998, we took a backpacking trip into the Presidential range of New Hampshire’s White Mountain National Forest. Being October in New England, we were all set to catch the tail end of Fall. However, what we experienced was the front end of Winter: 15 degree temperatures and 8 fresh inches of snow. I guess you can say that tenting at 3,500 feet is not the safest thing to do under these circumstances. The following day – which was sunny and 40 degrees - as we were traversing the ridge line and heading down from the summit of Carter Dome towards a riverside shelter, Dylan was walking about 20 feet in front of me. Due to the new snow covering the freshly fallen leaves over the slick trail, Dylan was dragging her feet in her best efforts to keep her balance. What she ended up doing was turning up enough snow to leave a trail of freshly fallen golden leaves behind her. It was one of the most beautiful scenes I have ever witnessed. |