Sunday, September 22, 2013 is the first day of Autumn. And, although each of the four seasons — spring, summer, autumn, winter — hold some delight for me, it is the crisp clean brilliant hues dotting Autumn’s landscape that make the third season my favorite season of them all. Each Autumn I vow I will to travel up and down the highways and parkways to snap photographs to save in an album already labeled “Fall Colours” and each year I fail miserably. I am ashamed of myself, of course, for my lack of ‘forward-doing’ but I don’t think anyone really cares that I do or I do not do this. It is on my bucket list. It is something I will do —- someday.
I envision myself traveling along (NC) Interstate 77 and picking up Interstate 81 into Pennsylvania and then taking Interstate 84 out of Scranton to Interstate 87 outside of Newburgh, New York and head north. The stops along the way would include Hershey, Pennsylvania, of course and continue on my merry way after sampling some chocolate. I’d spend the night somewhere on the border of New York and Vermont, probably in Bennington. The next day I’d travel further up the Byways and Highways of America until I found myself in places like Hampton Beach, Plymouth Rock, Cape Cod and Mystic, CT. I’d even venture into Salem, Mass! I’ve been there before and it was the best small town (loved the old grave yard) I’ve ever been to.
One year I will do this! Again.