It’s really beautiful there. I’m sure it’s beautiful all the time, but with something like 70 different kinds of trees (I think that’s the number I heard, but I can’t find confirmation at the moment), the colors are phenomenal. I’m kicking myself that I didn’t have my camera with me today.
We’re at that point, people. The leaves are turning and starting to fall. One gusty day and we won’t have these brilliant oranges and reds and yellows hanging around any longer. Enjoy them while you can.
Fairly soon, perhaps any minutes, those fall winds will pick up. They call them Cohos here, but in the desert where I’m from, they’re Santa Anas.
“There was a desert wind blowing that night. It was one of those hot dry Santa Anas that come down through the mountain passes and curl your hair and make your nerves jump and your skin itch. On nights like that every booze party ends in a fight. Meek little wives feel the edge of the carving knife and study their husbands’ necks. Anything can happen. You can even get a full glass of beer at a cocktail lounge.” Raymond Chandler’s Red Wind
Winds in folklore worldwide often bring with them ill portents, but I think these October winds simply bring change. How we interpret that change is up to us.