October 1, 2019 Magical Morning on the Kancamagus

I awoke to the sound of rain dancing on the roof of the motorhome, thinking I had yet another day of venturing out in nasty weather and being frustrated in my attempts to capture any decent foliage shots.

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My game plan today was to be out and headed across the Kancamagus Highway by first light, then break camp and drive down to Canaan, NH to stay a few days with my sister.

In spitting rain and patchy fog, I headed down Route 93 to the Kancamagus, stopping in a few places to get closeup foliage shots, the only kind available in the  inclement weather.

As you can see from the above photo, the fog showed little sign of lifting, yet it was possible to see that there was some great color along the highway.

As I progressed along the highway, despite the fog and drizzle, I had to stop often to get shots of the roadside colors …

… very brilliant colors, that often are made even more so by the soft white light of overhead fog.

For a short stretch, the fog lifted somewhat …

… then as I approached the highest point on the highway …

… I was back in dense fog, or was this a cloud? Whatever it was, it made it impossible to appreciate the colors along the road.

Over the highway’s highest point and the weather showed signs of giving me a reprieve.

Though the skies never did clear, at least the fog lifted enough to allow some more distant shots by the time I reached Willey Pond in Crawford Notch.

That row of colorful trees just above the pond was one of the most impressive sights along the highway and fortunately the weather improved enough for me to be able to capture a few images of this magical scene.

The rest of the trip was once again in and out of the fog, but the colors remained quite impressive.

The colorful hillside around the Silver Cascade Falls was just being revealed as I pulled off the road to get a shot of the Cascade.

Unfortunately, the dry fall, up until this point at least, made for a less than impressive image of this 300 foot waterfall.

After completing the loop of the Kancamagus, Bear Notch Road, and Route 302 back to my campsite, I figured I had time before noon to check out a pond I had noticed on Route 2 in Shelburne when I was driving through in the motorhome.

Pushing my way through the dense wet brush to get down to the shore, I looked up and saw what I thought were white plastic shopping bags ruining an otherwise nice autumn scene.

The white plastic shopping bags turned out to be a small flock of Canada Geese bobbing for food in what must have been about two to three feet of water!

Back to the campground by early afternoon and then on down to Canaan , NH and the Crescent Campground on Canaan Street Lake to spend a few days with my sister who has a seasonal rental there. Hopefully, there will be some improvement in the weather once there.


September 30, 2019 Twin Mountain, New Hampshire

A Trip North to Moose Alley

As I headed north from Twin Mountain early in the morning, I became more than a little concerned about the day’s prospects as the thick fog lingered for over two hours and 70 miles of travel.

About all I could shoot in the fog were a couple of closeups of some bright foliage such as this maple …

… and a really interesting clump of sumac.

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At last as I approached Colebrook, NH, the fog lifted and finally I could see some of the color I had been missing.

After an unsuccessful hunt for moose on Moose Alley, all the way to the Canadian border, I turned around and headed back home.

I encountered these wild turkeys, a Mom and her brood, feeding on the shoulder of the very busy highway in front of the Mount Washington Hotel. Mom seemed to be on the watch for cars while the youngsters fed. All through this trip around both Massachusetts and New Hampshire, I have been amazed at the number of turkeys I have seen, easily hundreds so far, from individual Toms to flocks of fifty of more feeding in fields.

No moose on Moose Alley but here on Route 102 in Vermont, right along the Connecticut River, I came around a bend and there this young guy was, casually strolling down the center of the road.

These shots were taken through my windshield as I slowly followed him down the road. Every now and then, for a quarter of a mile, he would stop and gaze back at me, then continue on his way down the road.

Finally, with a car approaching in the opposite direction, he decided to continue his journey in the woods.  With hunting season fast approaching, I hope this young guy becomes a little more cautious stays off the roadways.

With rainy weather predicted, I probably will check out the color on the Kancamangus Highway early tomorrow morning, then break camp and head to visit my sister in Canaan, NH for a few days and check out the foliage in that area, an area I know well … since I lived in nearby Enfield for over 30 years.

September 29, 2019 Twin Mountain, New Hampshire

Boats, Blueberry Barrens, and New Hampshire Foliage

Since I woke up at 3 AM this morning, I sorted through some more of the images from my stay in the Jonesport, Maine area. As you can see from the image immediately above, my search for foliage in New Hampshire began as soon as it got light.

Still fascinated by the bright colors of the lobstermen’s wharves on Beal Island.

Interesting what I discover when working on these images on the computer.

I certainly didn’t notice him at the time I took the shot, but sitting way up there in the top of a tree on the small island is a bald eagle.

Can’y say it actually adds anything to the image, I just found it interesting to discover it when processing the image.

More from the blueberry barrens in Cherryfield, Maine.

Still am fascinated and love the colors …

… and the patterns out here.

On to New Hampshire

Around 6 AM there was enough light to start out on my hunt for foliage.

These first several images were taken in near darkness as I waited for the fog and/or light cloud cover to move out.

By 9 o’clock the sun made it’s appearance.

After reading the foliage reports, I wasn’t sure what I would find today and was pleasantly surprised to find as much color as I did.

Color at the higher elevations is probably close to peak right now while at the lower elevations, it still has a ways to go.

I might make note of the fact that a Sunday morning, with blue skies and areas of great foliage brings with it some serious traffic! And everyone is either cruising slowly rubbernecking for foliage or blowing by people at 80 mph, making for some very dangerous driving.

I plan on heading back out and retracing my path from this morning after watching the Patriots/Bills game. By duplicating my trip, I will get to see what the light from the West reveals as opposed to this morning’s light from the East.

September 26, 2019 Addison, Maine

 Downeast Shots

I was up and out at the crack of dawn today as the clear skies at the campground promised me a chance to get some early morning boat shots. Only 6 miles later, as I turned into Jonesport and waited to cross the bridge to Beal Island, in came the fog.

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I was a little disheartened by the sudden loss of good light, but proceeded across the bridge anyhow to at least check out the lobstermen’s wharves and I am so glad I did. Ended up getting some nice moody, fog shots before the skies cleared.

Just had to go back to the blueberry barrens to see if the color there had intensified any after a week.

Again, I was just amazed at the colors.

I had planned to leave here Saturday morning and head to the White Mountains to see if there was any color there yet, but I am torn since I am enjoying myself so much here in Addison.

I meant to take pictures of my amazing lobster dinner here at the campground the other night, but instead just sat down and dug in when the two pound and three quarter lobsters were delivered to my door. For $6.50 a pound, my hosts here at the Pleasant River RV Park, will let you pick out your own lobster (s) from their onsite lobster pound, then cook it (them) and deliver it (them) to your door. How can you beat that? You can’t even buy fresh lobster for $6.50/lb, much less have it cooked and delivered to you. The campground owner catches these lobsters himself, so you know they are fresh … and they also were delicious!