First frost arrived today, one day before autumn. It's light but there's definitely a classic fall nip and aroma in the air. Bull elk have been bugling since the last week of August. Poachers began rolling two days ago in search of bulls to shoot from the road. Last year two were killed a few miles upslope, their heads removed and bodies left to rot. If I'm lucky I'll catch one of the sorry bastards in the act and have pleasure reporting it to the local game warden.
I don't recall first frost happening this early before now. Usually happens in October. No complaints, though. I'm happy for a clear seasonal change event, and looking forward to fall.