Rogue Valley autumn color walks

Fall in this valley is criminally underrated. The vines turn, the light gets golden, and the air smells like woodsmoke and harvest. I'm thirty-eight, a librarian, and I spend my days surrounded by other people's stories. I'd like to work on my own. I'm looking for someone who likes long walks with no destination, who reads or at least respects that I do, and who thinks a good Sunday is coffee, a bookstore, and maybe a nap. I'm introverted but not shy, thoughtful but not slow, and I've been told I have a quiet confidence that's either appealing or intimidating, depending on the person.