Fall Foliage…Officially

Jill's Journal: We found it. After nearly two months in New England, nearly a full month of fall, and the continuous stories from fellow travelers of only mild fall foliage this year, our eyes and souls got the privilege of feasting on the famous foliage in all its glory.
Saturday started innocently enough with a drive from inland Bangor to coastal Bar Harbor, but suddenly spectacular leaves of every hue imaginable stretched before us. The hills painted with dazzling colors as far as the eye could see were breathtaking. The tapestry of scarlet, purple, orange, yellow, green, gold, and so much more signals autumn in the most wondrous blaze of glory imaginable. It was a dreary, rainy day, but it didn’t matter. The colors, even muted by the conditions, were simply magnificent.
Photos, of course, are barely worthwhile. They can’t capture the glory.

“No pen can describe the turning of the leaves – the insurrection of the tree people against the waning year. A little maple began it, flaming blood-red of a sudden where he stood against the dark green of a pine-belt. Next morning there was an answering signal from the swamp where the sumacs grow. Three days later, the hillsides as far as the eye could range were afire, and the roads paved with crimson and gold.”—Rudyard Kipling