The farther North we traveled, the more vivid and vibrant the fall colors became.  My camera does not really do them justice, but when the sun hits them in just the right way, the indescribable colors emerge:  vivid reds, glistening golds, muted browns and a full spectrum of greens that are contrasted by the gray, white, black and sand rocks, boulders and tree trunks. I hope that all of you will get to see this once in your lifetime. Everywhere you look there are hills filled with trees that form a patchwork tapestry of beauty – so our word for the day is SPECTRUM; not only for the obvious array of color, but also for the diversity of people that we are meeting, the places that we are going and the experiences we are sharing.

Logging trucks passed us on the road as we go through a myriad of small towns with names like Pleasant River.  Motorcyclists sped by us, a contrast of scale for sure – but they were not hindered by our size as they zipped and darted around and in front of us. Clapboard houses painted in muted yellow, blues and white, most displaying an American flag, banner and/or a Fall display or Halloween scene, gave us a taste of Americana.  Every few miles, we saw rivers, streams and lakes all around us – some as calm as ice and others babbling and churning over rocks and fallen trees.  Leaves floated down around us and swirled on the road in front of us, like fairies in a wonderland.

As we neared the coast, the trees lessened in number and the population density increased somewhat, though still rather small in comparison to an urban center.  We wanted to make camp before dark, so we decided to buy fresh, live lobsters and cook them in our RV.  Though slightly space-challenged, we accomplished our quest and cracked the first crustacean just as the sunset was waning.  Watching the sunset and eating a lobster dinner – perfection!