A drive around Peacham. The sun is shining and it is cool, not cold.
The sugar maples are bare, but other trees, the gold and yellows are on display. It is so beautiful it’s hard to know where to look. And we haven’t yet seen a sunset.
There are little roads that date from before the 1700s.
Farms that have been owned by the same family for 200 years. Old school houses and classic houses. White clapboard churches — the symbol of New England.
With the mountains, rolling hills, fields of corn and drifts of trees, it looks unreal. A painting. Too perfect to believe.
I’ll have to tell you about the epic drive across northern New England. Not today, but when I’m a little more recovered. It turns out that all the high speed roads in New England run north-south. If you are way up in the far north and need to go somewhere else, westward, which is also in the far north … there are not a lot of roads.
It turned out, you take Route 2 out of Skowhegan. After then, just keep driving, driving, driving, driving until you get to Danville, Vermont. Make a left. Voila.
I am omitting the fun details. It was the most awful journey through magnificent, glorious mountains. They took my breath away while dealing with the dreadful driving and primitive roads made us crazy. Ambivalence redefined. Remarkably, we are alive and here in Peacham, Vermont.
I just have a few of pictures for you of the morning mist rising off the pond, and the river behind the house in which we are absorbing our coffee.
There are stories to tell and I will tell them, but today … we rest. Recuperate. Breathe. And absorb some of the most incredible scenery in the world.
Reader’s Block - F.Y.I – I haven’t read a book since I went on vacation more than a week ago. Barely written anything, either. C’est la vie.
All text is from The Forest Society of Maine website:
In 1984 the Coburn family, who had owned much of Attean Township since 1916, faced the need to sell their land, but wanted to find a way to protect the township’s stunning natural beauty, outstanding forest resources, and recreational traditions.
FSM was established by the Society for the Protection of New Hampshire Forests to fill a unique niche and to conserve 18,067 acres in Jackman, Maine (Attean Township). The area includes important ecological areas, 15 miles of Attean Pond and Moose River shore front, scenic islands, mountain slopes, and productive forestland .
At the time, the Attean easement was the largest conservation easement in the country, and the first easement in Maine to include the multiple values — recreational, ecological, and economic — produced by Maine’s forests.
Visit Jackman, Maine
DREAMLIKE images that remind me of Middle Earth … but it’s northern Maine.
These are the mountains along the Canadian border.
Just look out the cabin door or drive a short way down the mountain. A breathtaking world of color, mist, mountains and clouds. Colors so unreal they feel like magic, as if trees are glowing from within.
And down in along Route 201 toward Skowhegan …
Another “Ready, Set, Done“ free write morning with WordPress
The sky is bright and blue and the last of the autumn leaves are clinging to the birch trees across the path in front of the cabin. There’s quite a breeze and the leaves are shimmering. I can’t catch that shimmer with my camera. That would need video and I don’t — haven’t done — video. I’ll have to try it someday, but this isn’t that day.
Bright Jackman morning
Garry and I are driving 90 miles down the mountain today to have lunch with Bette Stevens in Skowhegan. We are going to meet one of my favorite bloggers — alive and in the flesh. It’s a big deal! We know each other so well in some ways, yet often never get to physically meet at all.
Garry and I are going to wear our matching Serendipity sweat shirts — it’s chilly out there — and besides, I’ve been looking for an excuse. I’ve even put on some earrings and make up. This is an occasion!!
This is one of those times I don’t mind the Daily Prompt being totally without structure. I’ve got something I wanted to say anyhow … Our little day trip should be fun. Yesterday, with all the on-again-off-again rain, we rested and even did a bit of Jacuzzi and I think we are surprisingly frisky … for us.
I’m bringing cameras, so expect pictures tomorrow.
Down the mountain, lunch, visit a park, maybe a museum. Talk and laugh and drive back up the mountain again. If we are lucky, we will be coming home in time to catch that late afternoon sunset and maybe this time, even better sun on the mountains.
I need a picture. Be right back. Does stopping to take a picture count in my 10 minutes? Well, whether or not it does, I’m doing it! Wait for it …
And I’m back. Going to put the photos in and move on. We have miles to drive and places to go. See you-all later.
A bright, beautiful first morning at the cabin
It rained hard most of the day yesterday and started off with heavy rain this morning, too.
Rays of sunshine through the last of the morning mist
It’s ironic. All summer, it has been sunny and dry. Beautiful weather, pretty much from May through September. As soon as we got to Maine, it began to rain.
And then, it rained …
Maybe it’s nature’s way of telling me I need to relax … to not run around doing “stuff.” Still, it is gorgeous here and I was looking forward t the opportunity to take some pictures.
Rain, rain …
I did take some shots of the rain yesterday, but it’s hard to see it. You can see it’s wet, but the rain is elusive.