Oct 12 Kaysville, Utah
All the yellow adorned trees are beginning to drop their leaves. Rick and I sat outside and watched them drift down around us. That just may be our signal that it is time to move on.
Oct 13 Fort Buenaventura State Park Ogden, Utah
This is a fort that has been recreated on its original site in Ogden Utah. The fort’s dimensions, height of walls, method of construction and number and style of cabins are all based on historical research. There are no nails in the stockade; instead only wooden pegs, and mortise and tenon joints hold the walls together.
It looks and feels like it might of in 1846, except no people! We were all alone! Not another person in sight all day…so we could play “Mountain man” to our hearts content in our own little fort! (grin)
It was built by Miles Goodyear,a mountain man. When the trapping of beaver dried up, he turned to trading and established the first permanent Anglo settlement in the Great Basin. The people he traded with were taking a shortcut over the Sierra Nevada Mountains, to California. He did very well until one group called the “Donner Party”.
After news of that, the use of the trail pretty much dried up. And the now settling Mormons bought his fort.
We walked for hours and listened to the delicious crunch of leaves beneath our feet. We wandered through the woods and followed little dirt paths to quiet glens. There was a meandering creek and Rick pointed out a huge old Carp hiding in the shadows. And a pastoral pond with reflections of the fall colors softly shimmering.
There is something in the quality of light during an Indian summer, something golden and rare.