Fall traditions

A football game is a great way to spend a cold Friday night in the fall. 8 man football is a little different than what I'm used to, but it's actually easier to watch because I can follow the ball better. Scot played a great game (before he broke his collarbone, sad day) and Sherman emerged victorious over local rival Dufur. 

Besides remembering the game score, I realized something at that football game. As anyone who has taken a cursory glance at this blog knows, I have a list of things I love on the side, things to be happy for, to take joy in, etc. I realized that a huge majority of these things are usually fall-related. 

I love spending  time with my family. Well lo, and behold, a mere 28 Stroud members (and companions) appeared at the game to cheer #42 on! Not to mention there was burgers and hot dogs at the game, hotdogs being a personal favorite. The air was crisp, we were all bundled up against the breeze, and it was a beautiful night out in the country. The little kids ran around the track, and shot Goldfish into each other's mouths. The parents cheered, honked at, and cajoled the kids on the field. The game ended right as the first sheet of rain fell on our heads. Even the rain couldn't make the last couple hours less amazing. 

Our return journey to Lewiston on Sunday included much of the same beauty. The hills were alive, but not with the sound of music. They were alive with golden light. It honestly looked like the warmest light I had ever seen, shining right across the wheat fields of the Palouse, infusing each grain with sun. A double rainbow arched through the sunlight, fading in and out around the clouds bulging with water. It reminded me why fall is my favorite season.