Living in Steamboat Springs, the landscape is not dramatic as in other mountain towns. The mountains are smoothed over, could even be called hills, and might be mistaken for the high plains of Wyoming. It doesn’t mean the landscape isn’t gorgeous, it just doesn’t have the foreboding, omnipotent feel of the San Juans or Tetons. Sometimes I get bored of these high plains, especially on the hotter, bluebird days of summer, but there are a couple times of year where Steamboat holds its own, and fall is one of them. Here is a collection of scenes from fall 2013.