After six nights in the US I still wake up at about 5 am every day, which seems a bit silly and I hope will end soon. Sadly it was time to leave Mount Desert Island, the coast and Maine behind us and head west inland to the White Mountains of New Hampshire. In typical fall weather - a cold crisp blue morning - the leaves entertained us with their colour along quiet forested roads; Steve had planned a brilliant route. Incidentally it is the sugar content in the leaves which adds to the depth of colour and the sugar maples were blazing red everywhere.
Steve has now passed his sore throat over to me and spending half a day in a car and attempting not to speak much (it hurt) was very frustrating.
We basically drove through beautiful forests the whole journey, passing through an occasional settlement and seeing huge logging lorries. As we left Maine and entered New Hampshire and the White Mountains National Forest the landscape altered and mountains were popping up on all sides. This is a ski region in winter and an outdoor haven in the summer and autumn. All lovely, lovely, lovely.
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