One of the people who knew we were driving to Montreal to work on a new book commented that she bet the drive would be beautiful. It certainly gave us a chance to assess where in New England a Bostonian might still go to see the leaves. On Monday, we followed I-93 to I-89 to the Quebec border, basically cutting a diagonal across New England. And there were some pretty hot spots. Closest to home were the hills northwest of Manchester, N.H., heading toward Sunapee. The birches are almost a psychedelic yellow and the maples are hanging on with a range of reds and oranges, punctuated every so often with the deep maroon of a black gum tree. We felt like we had suffered a brown-out, though, by the time we reached the Green Mountains in Vermont, where only the oaks are still clutching their bronze soldiers and stick season seems imminent. But a pleasant surprise awaited as we passed over the western ridges of the Greens and descended into the Champlain Valley. Foliage may be a little past peak, but there are still many resplendent sugar maples mixed in with beeches and birches--a great backdrop to the broad fields of silage stubble. But go quickly: One more heavy rain and it will all be gone. And we did hit a few snow flurries...a portent of things to come.
Posted by Patricia Harris and David Lyon
Photo by Patricia Harris for the Boston Globe: Hillside along I-89 in New Hampshire.