I spent a few hours this morning refreshing my soul a bit along the banks of Hyalite Creek south of Bozeman, MT. The gently roar of the water as it pushed relentlessly through the rocks was music to my ears. Stately Cottonwoods were shedding their leaves in the cool morning air. Occasionally one would land nearby, making a pleasant crackling as it fell through the lower canopy of Mountain Alder and Willow bushes. A hint of frost floated on the crisp morning air mixing with the sweet smell of fallen leaves dissolving into the rich soil. The pallet of colors was making a valiant attempt to match the hues of Spring but in just a week or so, they will be gone as Montana's short Fall season transitions into Winter.