See what you are missing

We have traveled far and wide to see what we have sought, out our back window. Fall has just begun, yet Fall colors are coming to a close. The annual "turning of the leaves", a ritual to which we look forward in the Eastern time zone, began for us in Acadia National Park on the shores of the Atlantic Ocean. There, there were some color changes and the smell of wet leaves. As we headed West, particularly western Maine and the eastern foothills of the White Mountains, the autumn leaves began their color show, initially high on the hill sides and slowly descending to the valley floors. After a night at Hastings campground in the White Mountain National Forest, we regained US Route 2, pulling Rudy along a very good, wide shouldered road.

In northern New Hampshire we jogged between scenic turnouts. Descended into riverside New England towns, past elite boarding schools, and signs to regional snow skiing areas, not yet open. The colors were distinct: reds were brilliantly red, as were the oranges and yellows. All this punctuated by the evergreen green. The trees still had carried their leaves, few on the ground. A full-color Fall.

On one particularly broad vista scenic turnout, we stopped behind a pick-up truck, back cover open, and artfully displayed, all manner of Vermont maple syrup. Jars of whipped syryp. Unique bottle shapes as well as an assortment of maple syrup candies. The man purchasing syrup ahead of us said that the women's prices were the best he had found. We believed him and bought our share, spredding the flat-land mid-Western wealth to the rural hill people of Vermont. We did our duty. By the time we had reached the home-base for Ben & Jerry Ice Cream, the colors were less intense. Past Montpelier, the capital with >8,000 people, continuing westward, up Lake Champlain and further up Upstate New York, really a muddy color, orangish reds and yellows, everything running together. Over the hump and then down along the southeasten shores of Lake Ontario. ("Is there an Off tario?")

We finished up our fall color tour in the western foothills of the Appalachian Mountains, Chagrin Falls Ohio. Some trees are just beginning to turn.

Looking out our back window, it was all here. You should see it for yourself.