Tradition

Even before we had kids, Randy and I have taken a Sunday afternoon in late October or early November to go to the mountains. We go other times of the year, too, but those are random and don't count as "the trip". For this excursion, everything is kept simple and the same from year to year. We cookout -- nothing fancy; just some burgers on charcoal. We take pictures -- the obligatory poses beside the creek. And, we marvel at the fall colors -- whether good or not so much.

This year's trip was this past Sunday, and it was perfect! Yummy burgers? Check. Kids in the creek? Check. Fall color? Check. The leaves were so bright they almost hurt my eyes!