By Mike Rosso November may seem an odd time to feature a small town nestled in the mountains for this column, but since I recently had a mini-vacation there with my friend Ellen, I thought it would be worth a write-up for readers to put on their lists. When we arrived in Lake City in mid-October, the aspens had already shed their canopy of yellow and gold, but the cottonwoods in town were at their peak fall color. It was also during a break in hunting season, so there weren’t many orange hats and vests to be seen. If fact,…