We passed a creek at the bottom of a pretty big ravine a few times this morning, over the bridge. It was early, and cloudy. And the fog was lifting over the tops of some of the trees. As they are changing color. It was beautiful. Next time we pass by, I'll try to remember to take a photo. I actually owe someone on here one.
And yea, the ale is just as amazing as it is each year.
You won't envy me in the heart of February, though, I promise you. Or the nasty muddy cold slushy March.