On Saturday, after a week of rain, we woke up to the most beautiful of autumn days. It was perfectly sunny, perfectly blustery and perfectly crisp. It was one of those days when I remember why it is we Yankees bother to put up with those long, cold New England winters. Nothing, no nothing, compares to our autumns.
My Mr. James and I decided the best way to take advantage of this day was to jump in the escort and head due north. So, in a most spontaneous way, we did.
Here's a little glimpse of what we found in New Hampshire in early October.