I don't know when the first snows took place in previous years but it feels early this year; October 5th. So we woke up to fresh snow Saturday morning and decided to take a road trip to find some more.
We didn't. It was 80-degrees on Tuesday, 40 and snowing on Wednesday, so the ground was pretty warm. And at the first sign of Mr. Sun, any traces of snow vanished. What we did find was some brilliant fall colors.
We wound back into Billings, discovering we weren't that far from it to begin with. It's amazing how the middle of nowhere is just in your backyard sometimes. We came upon Riverfront Park and decided it was a good place to get out of the car.
Daddy could barely get her jacket on, Zoey was brimming with such excitement.
Family shot for family day!
Guess she didn't approve of our music choices. Two years old and already a critic.
We got back in the car and made it home before nap time (2+ hours, thank you outdoor adventures!), and were presently assailed with the smell of crock-potted pork loin, red delicious apples, brown sugar, and cinnamon.
I made oven-roasted red potatoes and salad to accompany. Yes, it does look like vomited entrails on a plate, but it was quite tasty. When I cut into the pork to see if it was done, it just fell apart.
It was the perfect fall day, if there ever was one (minus the apple-picking, which, I don't really understand why that's fun). With the crazy summer we had, who knows what Old Man Winter has in store for us; he might be cranky his time was cut short last year. I hope fall sticks around a little bit longer, I still have a lot of pumpkin spice candle to burn, hot apple cider to drink, and bags of candy corn to consume.