Grand Mesa, Colorado isn’t a place as much as it is an area, or maybe a Scenic Byway. Sometimes, it is hard to tell the difference, but really, it doesn’t matter much what it is. That’s because, although it is a mesa, and a high one at that, it is filled with small lakes and ponds of all shapes and sizes, providing plenty of surprises.
Usually, these lakes are bright blue, reflecting the sunny skies far above, or perhaps, in deep winter, they are completely frozen over and buried in the snow. Other times, however, they take on a completely different character, such as this small pond.
The day saw the first snow of the season up at the top reaches, but down the slopes, it was part snow and part rain. Just as the snow, such as it was, eased off, the fog began to roll in and cover the land. As I stood there, watching, a winter scene slowly began to transform into a magical, mystical one. I loved how the fog added an air of mystery to the distance, for now I did not know what lie beyond. Foot by foot the fog rolled in, covering all that it touched.
And in the process, it created this beautiful scene somewhere between fall and winter.