An October Walk by the Lake Near Home
Walked the lake near home with the dog this morning. October is the month for fall color in this county — down toward Nevada City it's the big leaf maples and black oaks doing the work, but up here it's willows, and they were holding up their end, yellow all around the shore and grown in thick enough that getting to the water meant pushing through.
Snow already sitting on the ski runs across the valley, thin white stripes down the cut slopes. Clouds kept coming through in shifts, so it went from bright to gray and back a few times over the loop.
The route out crossed the sagebrush flat first, all rock and dry brush, and the dog kept his nose down through most of it. At the water he planted himself in the wet grass right at the edge and stayed there a while. One bird out in the middle, too far to tell what it was. The rushes were standing in a few inches of water past where the shoreline usually sits.