I couldn’t finish work fast enough today because it was a beautiful fall day and the foliage here in the White Mountains is at peak.
But being that it’s fall, the sun sinks early and even earlier when it drops behind the mountains. So I scooted around Sugar Hill, so named because of the abundance of sugar maples there, happily shooting away.
Honestly, if I have to choose an hour in an entire year that I look forward to, it’s this one. I can’t get enough of these colors.
Last light at The Rock Estate, Bethlehem
Mount Cleveland from Lovers Lane, Sugar Hill
Mount Washington from Route 117
Mount Lafayette from Lovers Lane