Shorter days, hot, dry, dusty days giving way to golden orange sunsets, astors, golden rod, touches of red and yellow on the mountains, these are the sign posts that summer is coming to an end.
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The last days of summer often take small mountain brooks down to their very bones. Once vibrant streams falling out of the mountains crashing over every rock and boulder in their way are now reduced boulder fields and an endless series of tiny little puddles perfectly reflecting the forest and sky with unbroken calm.
Somehow the brook trout find a tiny pocket here or there to survive this yearly cycle. The fall rains will eventually come, and then the spawn but for now there is the waiting.