The bad news is you missed Peak Color Season. I drove parts of the peninsula yesterday; the colors were brilliant.

The goods news is you missed the Fudgies. I spent most of my time doing forty in fifty-five zones, embedded in long wagon trains of rubbernecking Fudgies. Parking lots at trailheads overflowed, trails busy, 400 foot lake overlooks crowded. I know better than to get out on such a weekend. But after six straight days of rain, couldn’t help myself.