Q: Where is your favorite spot to view the fall foliage?
With my husband on our four-wheeler on the trails between Bingham and Greenville!
I’m in Aroostook County and can see, smell, and feel the foliage in everything I do. When I want extra eye candy, I go to Weston, on Route 1. Overlooking the million-dollar view and five local lakes is a hill called Peekaboo Mountain. A ranger tower sits at the top. The 360-degree view is breathtaking!
As a graduate of Fryeburg Academy, my favorite place was on our farm in East Waterford.
The forest animals are getting ready for winter, leaves are turning, and a crisp smell is in the air.
Mount Vernon, Washington
Just north of Bingham on Route 201 going by Wyman dam and lake toward Pleasant Pond. Stop at Thompson’s in Bingham for some homemade doughnuts to start the trip.
My family and four other families jointly own and operate a small colony of housekeeping camps on Lawry Pond in Searsmont. For decades, every July and August, families have come to the pond, shared activities, raised their children, and created traditions. Come October, everyone is gone. Not only the people, but also the loons. The pond becomes still, and the trees show their colors in a final flaming burst before winter. It’s not gradual, the colors change in the course of one day. Last year I left to go shopping and upon arriving home, Lawry Pond was aglow. Sitting on my porch and looking across the pond is my favorite place to see the foliage. I am at peace reflecting on the joy and laughter and memories of the summer just past and contemplating the mysteries and patterns of life. Life will begin anew in just a few short months when the loons and the children will return.
The height at the top of the trail at Morse Mountain gives one a panoramic view of the water and the exquisite foliage of the surounding area. This is special not only because it is close to home and a spectacular view but also because it was a particular goal of mine. I was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis in 2009 and that summer was prescribed a scooter for my failing mobility. Early in 2011, after stopping work at my job in the Midwest, I came home to Maine to heal. Surrounded by water here in Phippsburg, among some of the nicest people in the state, in the organic food basket of the Northeast, I have in fact healed sufficiently to have made that one-and-a-half mile trek both up the mountain and down.
It has to be Sunset Rock in Dedham. Sunset Rock overlooks Phillips Lake and the Lucerne Inn. Fall wedding pictures from Sunset Rock are just spectacular. To visit, just drive up the road across the street from the inn to the end and follow a short path.
It’s a log. A scruffy, gnarly old log on Blue Hill Bay, just down the meadow slope from the former John Peter’s Inn. Mother found the log and she was so proud that she could wobble to it — with her limited mobility — from the tiny parking area. This was a several-yard accomplishment for mom, a Guilford native who never quite recovered from the move to New Mexico. Once safely settled on her log she would take in the range of fall colors all around the bay, but especially at her feet. There she could rescue perfect fallen leaves to take home, prizes from the Maine she had lost.
Santa Fe, New Mexico
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The Moment: My friend has a camp on the Kennebago River near Oquossoc, and last October he invited me to stay with him for a few days. He was grouse and woodcock hunting, and I went along to take some photos. One morning he was up early and noticed this spectacular sunrise. We rushed out to the causeway and captured this scene. We call it “Kennebago Sunrise” and we had a poster-size enlargement made for a Christmas present last year.
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