The Fahrenheit is rising up north. Melting snow and ice is causing an early mud season. In consideration of warmer temperatures around the corner, I'm reminded of one of last fall's trips to New Hampshire's White Mountains. The journey through the back country is always an adventure in itself. I try to take a varied route no matter how many times I frequent a particular location. I love mixing the magnificence of a familiar destination with the excitement of a new route. Such is life.
Leaning ladder against peeling paint.
Stop ahead. America.
New Hampshire houses 48 peaks above 4,000 ft. - an outdoors man's paradise.
Collections of leaves line the river banks.
Red barns call for meticulous stacking of wood.
Calm winds make for splendid hikes and glimmering reflections.
My sidekick in her L.L. Bean Rangeley Camp Shirt.
Fields as far as the eye can see. Another great site for a front porch.
My kind of front steps.
I love brightly colored wooden front doors. They draw the eye. Up here you'll find one on every road.