We headed up into the mountains to see the fall colors. We decided on a prettier place, rather than just going where we were likely to see a lot of trees—and where everyone else goes. We headed to Elevenmile Canyon. Many of the aspens in the canyon were already past prime, but the willows along the Platte were beautiful.
On a whim, I decided to turn out of the canyon onto Wagon Tongue Gulch Road. We picked the wrong fork early on and ended up on a very rough stretch of road that dead-ended. I soon got back on the right road, and although it was still pretty rough, the leaves were stunning and we didn’t have any actual problems navigating the road.
The six or so miles until we got to a better road took us the better part of an hour. We saw two other cars and a flock of eight Wild Turkeys.