A funny thing I have notice about the North is that the people here are so fascinated by all things “country.” Some farmers come to town for a food festival, and the festival is swarmed by city dwellers. October rolls around, and everyone flocks to the pumpkin farms. It’s a nice weekend, and the locals turn into the tourists, setting out to the mountains to get a good look at the country folk. But for us, these are all bright reminders of home.
I get it, I really do. City life is congested, toxic, and just flat out stressful at times. An escape to the great outdoors is rejuvenating. A glimpse into the “simple life” is refreshing. A visit to the mountains was just what I needed.
This past weekend, Jacob and I packed our bags and headed to White Mountains in New Hampshire. I don’t think we could have picked a better time to go. The weather was a perfect 75 degrees and the sunshine was plentiful. Not to mention, the trees were on fire! Not literally, but the colors were brilliant. The magnificence of the setting was enough to turn me into a giddy schoolgirl with a crush. I was swept away by the splendor of nature.
People weren’t kidding around when they said New England fall foliage is top notch. Coming from the Ozarks, we’ve had our fair share of beautiful foliage, but the views we saw here were otherworldly. Maybe that is a strong statement, but it’s hard to pick an adjective to describe it. Unfortunately, pictures never do it. If only there were a way to capture a moment just as you see it through your own eyes. Although, technology hasn’t come that far (yet anyways), so pictures will just have to suffice for now.
A drive on the scenic Kancamagus Highway, known as one of the best roads in the country to view fall foliage.