At the end of the season I took a trip to the mountains. Of course my route "incidentally" ran next to small lake full of arctic char.
In the valley I still felt last breath of summer but with every meter up the weather and surrounding nature were changing quickly.  
I have never seen that much natural red... In the distance, mountains peaks were already covered with snow. 
After ~3 hours I finaly reached the lake, between peat bogs I found more of the autumn colors ;)
I started hiking at a temperature of 13 ºC, at the top was only 3°C and the cold wind was blowing quite hard.