When the chill of night becomes biting and the dependable blue skies of August give way to September’s equivocation of light, rain, and wind, autumn has arrived in the mountains. These days are glorious, the firework finale of summer before the dark of winter. Luminous scarlet leaves of red-osier dogwood reach over the streams, yellow larches light up the forest, and fresh rain sparkles on mushroom caps and blue elderberry. Read More from “The Mountains in Fall”