My Dadโs favorite season was Fall. He always saw the good in things, so Iโd be reluctant to argue with his choice. On this particular morning, Fall was going out of its way to be good and beautiful, and snapping photographs along the way was a delightful disruption of the daily commute. Even a line of transmission towers had turned to gold in the first light. He would have seen the good in that, too.
4 years 3 days, 120,000+ miles, Cape Breton Island to Kansas, tens of thousands of photographs, countless memories. Zoom zoom. The Mazda3 Hatchback has been a wonderful machine!
The weather was exceptional and the Star Stratoliner Deluxe had half of a tank of fuel. I put a camera in the saddlebags and headed Northeast. 75 miles later I was in Lowville refueling the bike for the ride home.
When traveling through this part of the Tug Hill area, I often stop at this spot at the intersection of Route 177 and Porter Road. There are several similar photographs on WalkaboutChronicles.com from some of those previous visits. It is a beautiful spot and an interesting convergence of high-tech windmills and traditional farmland. If you look closely, you can see an Amish buggy headed toward me from the far end of the road.
It wonโt be long before rides like this must be taken in the car and photographs featuring Fall and golden hour colors will be replaced with Winter snow and gray skies.
Our crossing of the Piscataqua River between Portsmouth, New Hampshire, and Kittery, Maine, on the Sarah Mildred Long Bridge, U.S. Route 1 Bypass. September 2nd, 2023.