Logan is one of my favorites places in the world. Yes, world. I admit I've been to a few places around the world but the ones I cherish most are some of the simplest.
I remember driving home from Logan during my first year of college and seeing cars parked up and down the busy canyon road. I thought the world was ending and couldn't figure out why so many cars would be stopped on the side of a busy highway. Then I saw it.
The mountain sides were buried in reds, oranges, yellows, and browns. It was marvelous. I'd never seen anything so spectacular and quickly realized all those parked cars were stopping to photograph it. To keep it locked away in a picture they could cherish for years.
Before this moment I had noticed the mountains changing colors but never had a second thought about it. All it meant was that it was soon going to be too cold to enjoy being outside.
Now when October grows near all I can think about is driving up to Logan to see the beautiful new colors of the mountainsides. You have to time it just right because if you're too early it's all still green and if you're too late then it's all gone and you missed it. More leaves are appearing on the sidewalks so I'm thinking I'll be taking a trip up there soon and I'll be one of those crazy cars parked on the side of the road with my camera in hand.







