So far this month, every day feels like a Saturday morning, and all day I don't have to do anything I don't feel like doing.
The nights are turning chilly, there's heavy fog in the morning, and sunshine and pleasant temperatures in the afternoon. But the fog returns in the evening and sunset is noticeably earlier every day.
Roadside farm stands are full of pumpkins now, fields are plowed bare, and the berry fields are done.
Mount Baker's shoulders are covered with snow above the foothills.
And here's a peculiar roadside shrine along Marine Drive:
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