|Silvery aspen in a golden meadow|
Most scientists believe Bigfoot doesn't exist, the universe wasn't made in seven days and there aren't really pots of gold at the end of rainbows but those legendary myths are unique metaphors that express a certain truthfulness not found in literal interpretations.
North out of Evergreen, we went up over Rainbow Hill where our Saturday morning search for gold came true. We discovered a land where bluebirds fly, red foxes hide and the goldeneye dive. It's a place where the Great Divide is forever white and skies are blue.
We followed the yellow rock road into a meadow of silvery aspen. Warm light filtered softly through the dark spruce and fir. An autumn breeze broke the silence and made waves for orange mallards dabbling in the cold, green lake.
People will tell you don't waste your time going after something impractical and foolish, but don't listen, just continue on your journey. Keep chasing rainbows and maybe the dreams that you dare to dream really will come true.
|Warm, golden light|
|The Great Divide is forever white|
|Red foxes hide|
|There was an Autumn breeze|
|Orange mallards dabble|
|The common goldeneye is a diver|
|Continue on your journey|
|Keep chasing rainbows|