In mid-September, my brother Alex was visiting from Kansas.  We were able to break free for quick two-night camping trip in the Kenosha Pass backwoods.  At that altitude, the Aspen trees had already begun turning into their Autumn dress.  We shared some craft Colorado brews, had good conversations, stunk each other out of the tent, killed native wild bears, made fires, dug personal latrines, went off-roading, consumed traditional camping meals, chopped wood, and made even BIGGER fire.

Good times.

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