I know its cliche to say this, but I can't believe summer is over. It is October already! And I can't tell you how much I'm aching for fall on the hill: bright leaf colors contrasted with white limestone, going to the apple orchard and trying to bake crisp in the tiny dorm kitchen, the WB corn roast and spectacular view from the fourth floor of Regents.

I'm also yearning for home. No matter how long it has been since I had to catch the bus every morning, I still equate fall with the frosty yard in the morning, watching my breath form a cloud as I squinted towards the intersection of Echo Rd. and Eau Claire River Rd, where the bus would pull out and turn towards my house. In Moscow, fall means rain. It is a different type of cold- not the clear, crisp Midwest cold, but a wet, soggy, Northwest cold. I feel a bit out of sorts.

Fortunately, there is also a whole new world of fall scenery here! Last weekend, I went to the Seven Devils Mountains with some of my friends. Behold, fall in Idaho:

How's that for Famous Potatoes? Also, we hit a deer in Zion's car- it was just like being back home!!!

Anyway, in other news: school's great, I've met some amazing people, and I have way too many meetings a day. And... my interdisciplinary team is the best: