Bear, deer, venison and turkey they still had in abundance.
The morning itself was the finest they had encountered so far.

Much snow had fallen in the high mountains, but winter had not touched the earth here.

The deep colors of the leaves, moved by the light wind, shifted and changed like a prism.

The glorious haze of Indian summer hung over everything like a veil of finest gauze.

The air was surcharged with vitality and life.