Tall, spindly, awkward spruce trees stand uneven, twisted and wobbly due to the permafrost effects.

Their majestic spires stand out more then ever right now. In all their glory, they are set in a nice backdrop of oranges, yellows, greens and splashes of red.

These trees remind me of high-rise hotels for the birds.

The fall season here lasts such a short time that it can easily be missed by the hard workers of summertime. Originally from Ontario, I really miss Ontario’s fall colour change—I suppose that is why I am so infatuated with this time of year.

I say “bye” to the poplar and birch leaves that flicker in the wind like hands clapping and cheering on the wonderful winter to come.

It is so sad to lose the leaves, but I think that leaving us in splatters of colour blowing off the trees is a grand exit.

I went Fourty Mile recently and some of the leaves had fallen from the trees into a single area. It was like paint had fallen straight off a canvas.

Driving on the Top of the World Highway was incredible—the colours and shading from the clouds.

Even the ground, in areas, is just incredible for colour. I am pretty sure this is the only place I have seen red moss before.

I love going for hikes along the Ninth Avenue trail in Dawson.

But, Tombstone Territorial Park also grips me in such a way. As you come upon the explosion of colour change it seems like the sun has met you at eye level with how bright the yellow can seem from the poplar and birch trees.

I love to see the reaction to it on the faces of those who have never seen Tombstone before, and get to see it at it’s peak of colour.

There are streams of gold and rusty shades in the crevices of the mountains and always redder, it seems, up the mountains.

There is a short period of time to enjoy this intense visual stimulation.

I woke up one Sunday morning while camping at Tombstone and the snow was flying and the wind was blowing like mad.

What an even prettier addition to the palate? As if the majestic spruce trees could not stand out even more, now there was a blanket of white powder beneath the yellow, red and green trees and bushes.

Spending a weekend being hugged by such huge mountains of colour was a great end to the summer and being dusted by snow in the morning was cold, but I realized that the view just got richer.

Dawson is getting quieter and I must admit I find myself feeling lighter and happier, right along with those who are relieved to get the town back.

I’ve seen great light show already, and I adore these moments as we need these reminders—even a single moment is a great reminder of why I am here.

Rebecca Hogarth has been a resident of Dawson City since 2007. She feels the energy of the Yukon and the encouraging people within allow her to shine in so many ways.