From the summits of the White Mountains down to the placid waters of the Androscoggin River, fall foliage just had begun erupting in its annual gaudiness, freshly brilliant carmine, yellow, and orange intermingling with steadfast summer green, and all accentuated in the late-afternoon “golden hour”. This was New England beauty at its best, and much of why we came—an experience in which to immerse, as if a well-fed fish in these placid waters.
1 N Gorham NH (29 Sep 22) Looking NE
44.4179, -71.1938