Postcards from the Perimeter
After leaving Niagara Falls, we drove into the Adirondacks. I wasn’t sure exactly what is Adirondack but was going to find out.
The colors started to change.
The Adirondack Park is a place like I’ve never experienced. It’s part Park, part village, part back woods resort. Mile after mile. It’s huge!
And picturesque little towns with tempting shops, restaurants and outfitters.
After driving and camping the beautiful Adirondacks, we suddenly left the park and entered Vermont via a teeny-tiny car ferry …
… to an island called Grand Isle in the middle of Lake Champlain. (The dogs were glad it was only a 15 minute ride.)
We stayed on a plateau on the island to view a full Lunar Eclipse.
That weekend it rained and rained and rained so we stayed put to daydream in front of an open door.
After we got a truck to help pull Betty out of the mud, we continued through Vermont and … BAM! The reputation of vibrant fall Vermont colors is not a myth.
I had a hard time capturing the essence of Vermont fall, but the borrowed picture below does a good job. It was like this for miles, one colorful rolling hill after another. When the road narrows the trees grow over and you’re in a neon-colored tunnel.
The trees would periodically be interrupted with a relief of lush green meadows, swollen rushing rivers cutting through past tidy small farms.
We got lost and came upon a covered bridge! Luckily, Betty the Bus fit through it :->
I need to get lost more often.
We drove through New Hampshire and into Maine. They are also beautiful, Maine slightly more wild.
Then Hurricane Joaquin threatened the East Coast. So we pivoted in Hanover Maine and started our journey heading South.
Where to Next?
Southward through the rest of New England and visits with friends.
Are you enjoying your fall?