This late in autumn, you don't see a lot of people touring the Red Butte Gardens. They're missing out on some spectacular scenery.
Blooming flowers have gracefully bowed out of the picture, letting wild textures, bright berries, seed pods and native grasses steal the show.
We weren't visiting Red Butte to get a lesson on texture gardens. It caught us by surprise, too.
We were on a mission of a different sort. It's Friday. Time for another meeting of the Friday Afternoon Club. When we get together for a long hike and a little bit of photography.
It's more on a whim than being well planned. Like today, when we impulsively turned left onto a trail that ultimately defined our afternoon. Look close at the photo below and you might see our final destination... can you spot the tiny cabin tucked away in the hills?
We hiked up into the wild lands behind the Red Butte Gardens. Trails go on for miles and miles.
We made it to the abandoned cabin.
We met a little fish who knows how to stand out in a crowd.
And, we adapted a new credo on the walk back down the mountain.