The ever-so-slight nip in the air, bringing mists at dusk and dawn.
The unrelenting beauty of orange and red and yellow wherever you look or peek or stare. . . as the trees change.
The smell of acorns, wild mushrooms, and drying leaves, as you crackle along a forest trail.
The moon. . . the brightest and clearest saucer, as it reflects its magic on everything, accompanied by the haunting howl of a timber wolf in all its magnificence.
Cattails puffing their brown seeds and white fluff.
Darkening coats and large antlers of the deer as they cavort and compete toward the upcoming rut.
The sounds and sights of branches being rubbed. . . and the bugling of the elk as they cavort and compete towards the upcoming rut.
Ravenous black bears gorging on berries and nuts as they prepare for hibernation.
The sights and sounds of a thousand-million birds gathering, then flocking, then speeding off in great groups towards southern warmth.
Singing camp songs and half-sleeping on someone’s shoulder as a wood fire boils and bubbles the coffee.
The pine trees becoming the greenest thing left anywhere.
Trophy musky coming up from the depths to seize the huge suckers and jerkbaits as in no other season.
Cold, driving rains that portend what’s ahead, while adding life and purity to the aquifers.
Long hikes, with the forest revealing all the things no longer hidden from view.
Owls swooping as they search the clearing meadows and wetlands for voles and mice.
Scampering squirrels storing as many nuts as they can find, chirping at one-another frenetically.
That’s fall in Northern Wisconsin and the Northwoods.
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[Image: Courtesy of Mike Crowley; available for sale at his website Life in the Northwoods]