My recent trip to my home state of Maine was jammed pack with country fairs, apple picking, and sweater weather! The only thing I love more than fall in the Northeast is being a able to to spend it with family.
There is a time in the mountains when the land begins its final stretch before winter. The days gradually become shorter; the sun still warms your skins but starts to burn a little less brightly. The creeks flow fast and cold, already prepared for the ice and snow that is destined to cover their banks….