It’s October, and the Blue Ridge Parkway is soaking in full autumn splendor. There are scenic outlooks and hikes around every corner, offering endless opportunities for leaf peepers of all levels. 
For Halloween, nothing quite matches the eerie allure of Graveyard Fields. Although the name conjures up a creepy sense of mystery, its origin does not.
      
      
        
          
        
        
  
    
    
  
      
      
      
     
  
  
    
  
  
    
  
    
    
    
    
      
        Life is nothing but transitions, some planned and some spontaneous. COVID-19, looming political chaos, and unexpected medical issues made the 1,200-mile journey to Canmore every summer less accessible and, unfortunately, challenging to manage. We had always dreamed of settling in one perfect location; now was our opportunity.
      
      
        
          
        
        
  
    
    
  
      
      
      
     
  
  
    
  
  
    
  
    
    
    
    
      
        It was a quick trip, but well worth it. A family visit was long overdue. Happily, Dave has a son here in Phoenix, but the remainder of our family lives well east of here about as far as one can get without leaving the continent.