Leaf Peeping in New England

Last week I met my Dad and my sister, Aimee in Boston where we began our dream vacation photographing and enjoying the fall beauty of Massachusetts, New Hampshire, and Maine. We also gathered there to celebrate our Dad’s 84th birthday. The week was filled with planes, trains, automobiles, (including Uber and the backseat of a cop car)a subway, and a sailing schooner! Lots of history, Air B & B’s, a nation park, lobster and “chowdah” had all of us checking off our bucket lists.

Our first stop was in Boston. The history and the buildings that remain are wonderful. I am always amazed at the detailed architecture that was common all those years ago when these buildings were made with hand tools and PRIDE. The fortitude of our founding fathers to fight for and establish this country continues to be strong and unyielding much like the brick and mortar of the buildings where they met. Like the halls and chapels of Harvard, the statehouse (in this picture) stands firm. Skyscrapers may try to dwarf and over power them but quality and purpose will continue to stand for a very long time. All we needed was a time machine to take us back to see it with the colonials. Well, it looks like one was still hanging around.

As we drove north through New Hampshire the colonial homes again spoke of beauty and permanence. The exquisite little towns all dressed up in their fall finery of scarlet, orange and yellow leaves, a few thousand pumpkins, and wreaths required that we stop every few feet for a photo opt. No wonder our Dad had over 800 pictures on his two cameras!

The cog railway to the top of Mt. Washington in New Hampshire is spectacular. The 1900’s steam cog smoked it’s way up to the cloud covered summit past the rock cairns marking the Appalachian trail. The wind at the top was blowing like crazy making the wind chill 13 degrees. Soon however, the clouds cleared and the view was everything that we expected. Mt. Washington boasts the most extreme weather in the continental U.S.

We tootled our way back across New Hampshire ohh-ing and ahh-ing mile after mile. Finally, we crossed into Maine where a little dirt road led to that perfect covered bridge….WOW! Our day was complete as we headed “down east”. One more stop to grab a bite and then head to our B & B.

However, our plans were adjusted when a fellow ran a red light and hit our car! We were fine but our rental car was not…ugh. We sent Dad in the tow truck to make sure our luggage would not end up in the wrecking yard impound lot and we would try to Uber along. Finding an Uber was taking too long and our tow truck driver was getting impatient. The offer from the Officer to give us a lift in the back seat of his car seemed much better than losing our Dad and our luggage. Besides, neither of us had ever been in a cop car….and now…we never want to again! We did snap a “selfie” with the officer and had a good laugh. Finally, got an Uber lift to take us, Dad, and our luggage to our B & B. We enjoyed yet another cup of chowder, this time delivered by Uber Eats!

Our next day found us in Teresa’s Uber car fetching us to Portland, ME to procure another rental car. This put us out of our way and on a different path than planned. But, Teresa seemed to need us that day….so the Lord rearranged our schedule a little so that we could be there for her! Besides we were with Him, in Maine, in the fall….there were no wrong paths.

Ever the photographer, my Dad on The Pink Granite Beach

The following morning we were scheduled to hike to the top of Cadillac Mountain in Acadia National Park to be the first people in the United States to see the sun come up on October 10th, 2019. But, when I got up it was cloudy, so I went back to bed and we slept in a bit! We still went to Acadia and to the top of Cadillac Mountain however, and were not disappointed with the beauty of the coastal National Park. We hung around Bar Harbor for a few hours buying souvenirs, more chowder, and a lobster roll!

A two hour schooner cruise around Penobscot bay was breathtaking. However, I couldn’t get Giligan’s Island off my mind…weren’t they on a two hour cruise? I was thinking that being stranded on one of the many islands off the coast of Maine for several years might be much more challenging than a tropical island in the Pacific. Anyway….I loved helping hoist the sails, seeing the multi colored lobster trap buoys, admiring the workmanship of over 100 years ago, so much so, that I took home the information on week long schooner cruises!

Of course no trip to Maine would be complete without at least one lighthouse visit. And what better one than the famous Portland Head at Port Elizabeth. The waves were so large that day that even the locals were coming out to watch.

We stayed in Kennebunkport, swung by the Bush’s but they weren’t home, so we had breakfast in the beautiful little town and headed to Portland again to catch our planes home. This truly was the most wonderful trip and I will cherish every memory.

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