misswhistle: More signs of fall

This is what I do. I try to prove that fall has come to the canyon by looking for evidence. I am a seasonal scientist, a gatherer of data, a displaced Englishwoman searching for autumn in this lovely desert. After four days of no walking, or exercise of any kind, just as I was beginning to turn into a stagnated hunchback, I hiked on the Betty Deering trail, off of Mulholland, with the lesser and greater spotteds, and my camera, and I clambered up the secret waterfall, sat underneath magnificent oaks and sycamores and watched the leaves fall. Only or two at a time, but I witnessed it nonetheless.