Red Rocks Park - Garden of the Angels

Garden of the Angels

By the end of October in the Colorado foothills, the birds have slipped away, the first snow has loosened and most of the leaves have fallen. Luckily, lower down near Morrison there’s still enough color to brighten your day.

On a gorgeous, golden morning at the Garden of the Angels, autumn’s palette is composed from red, yellow and orange. The little creek that flows gently through this geologic wonderland is still lined with lush cottonwoods.

With the world famous amphitheater set as its centerpiece, this unique state park is currently known as Red Rocks. It’s a surreal place where sandstone slabs are tilted precariously, thrusting upwards towards a deep, blue sky.

Stair-stepped trails weave through the preserve, offering a fresh viewpoint at every turn. If you’re able to position yourself at just the right angle, you’ll see pale foliage set against dark shadows, creating a striking contrast of color and tone.

The search for a last bit of this year’s vibrant hues has ended in the transitional zone where the plains meet the mountains. Historically a sacred spot revered by native peoples, this heavenly hillside still feels like hallowed ground.

This year the temperatures are warmer than usual but a cool breeze blowing down from the white peaks gives you a chilly forewarning. Each successive day is supplied with gradually less light so now it’s time to start preparing for that dreaded season of darkness.

Color to brighten your day

Autumn's palette

A geologic wonderland

Cottonwoods line the creek

Sandstone slabs are thrust upwards

A fresh viewpoint

Pale foliage set against dark shadows

A transitional zone

Hallowed ground

Prepare for the season of darkness


  1. This looks like a nice place for cycling and running. Going to tell my friends about this. Thanks for sharing the pictures of the location.


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