There is a beautiful small lake tucked away in the mountains near Waynesboro, Virginia. I visited there over thirty years ago in the fall and I’ve never forgotten that visit. However, I moved away from that area of the state to Richmond, then back to my current home about an hour north, so it hasn’t been a destination for a very long time. That is going to change. Yesterday’s adventure to Sherando Lake was one of the best. The colors were at their peak, the mist was rising off the water at sunrise, and it was peaceful, as the campers nearby were still sleeping. Before daybreak, we heard three owls in the woods talking quietly to each other across the lake. Saw-whets, perhaps? My favorite little owl. A pileated woodpecker called to us later in the morning. The reflections of the golds, reds and greens in the water took my breath away. Even the oaks had color, which is unusual in Virginia this time of year. Sherando, I have neglected you, but it won’t happen again.