When the White Mountains aren’t so white.
It’s pretty obvious that when the early European settlers who arrived in New Hampshire first laid eyes on what are now known as the White Mountains, it wasn’t during the fall. Had they arrived during late September or early October, they would probably have been named the Red, Golden, or perhaps Fiery Mountains. Because during this time of year they are anything but white.
Words really can’t convey how beautiful New Hampshire is during autumn, nor can these images do it justice. To really appreciate the amazing display of color that blankets the state, one has to see it with their own eyes.
Starting from the northern most reaches of the state, and slowly working its way south, the state becomes blanketed in brilliant warm hues of red, yellow, and orange. The intensity of the color varies from year to year, depending on a variety of weather factors, with some years the sugar maples providing the vibrant reds New Hampshire and the rest of New England is known for. Some years, not so much.
This year the colors were truly amazing, one for the record books.
Back roads and mountain views.
How could I not pull over for this majestic view of the Presidential Range?
The Wonalancet Union Church, yet another of New Hampshire’s back road hidden gems.
Race against time.
The best and brightest of the foliage season lasts perhaps 2-3 weeks(if we’re lucky) before we enter what we New Englanders affectionately refer to as “Stick Season.” So it is with some sadness that as I sit here putting the finishing touches on this post, the spectacular color display is all but over with, with only a few local hot spots showing much in the way of color.
Luckily, there’s always next year…