Now to get the babies on board....
Eventually they followed in the trail of their dad and I.
Into the woods we go.
including a beaver trail--a hill of mashed grass and mud for sliding down (and into the water), a lodge, a tree ready for a shout of "Tim-ber!!!!" and the pond.
I had been fretting that I had missed the Glory. Autumn doesn't last very long in the mountains.
Not to worry.
Mama Nature doesn't believe in being disappointing, I reckon.