
One hundred ninety-six miles later and we were home again where I found this beautiful card from Kari waiting for me. It's so gorgeous and the photo doesn't quite do it justice. Thank you so much, Kari! I simply love it. Imagine it perched in my header because that's where it is between the posies and the pumpkin.
This is going to be such a photo rich post that I will try not to make it text rich as well. Here's the basic story...John felt that the foliage would be better north of here so we struck off for Rangeley via
's hometown. You'll see the theater where he got his start and a picture of the Municipal Office. (No, I don't know him, but I know a number of people who do. It's a two degrees of separation thing.) A detour high on a ridge provided some of my favorite pics of the day of wagons and mums and pumpkins. We stopped to pick up Italians at Jack's and then went to Sandy River for a picnic. We climbed through the forest to find the old swimming hole where I used to allow my children to jump thirty feet for a dip...ackkkk!
The foliage was much better north of here and, because of construction on Rt.4, we were able to enjoy it even more. We hadn't realized that Rt.4 is a dead end at a boat marina on Rangelely Lake, but we found our way again past Suzanne's vegetable stand over Height of Land and then made our way home. Basically, we traveled in a big circle. The day ended with ice cream, as all perfect days do, and the local Farmer's Market.




































