Sun, Sept 19 and Mon., Sept 20

Sunday: After breakfast we decided to get a quick spin in and scope out what we would like to see tomorrow because Bill wanted to be back to the RV in time to watch the first race of NASCAR' s Chase. So we took off and drove part of a scenic loop and ended up at Walmart in Gorham, NH, for a little shopping. I don't know where these people grocery shop. We saw a beautiful lake that looked like glass. We also saw a sign that gave us a laugh. We came back and Bill watched The Chase and I played poker.

Monday: The trees are just beginning to change. The talk is that next week is the big week and that is early. Normally about 2 weeks is peak leaf changing time. But you can see a difference everyday and they are beautiful. It is heavily populated with birch trees. We drove on a car tour stopping at different points of interest and hiking trails. The first stop was a beautiful water fall in Grafton Notch State Park called Screw Auger Falls. Rojo loved it. He was just beside himself with the water.

The next stop on the driving tour was Mother Walker Falls.

After leaving Mother Walker Falls we drove a few miles until crossed over into New Hampshire. We entered Umbagog National Wildlife Refuge. It centered around the Umbagog Lake. We began hiking a trail that turned out to be straight up! It went from 1500 ft to 2300 ft. in a short distance. We decided to walk until we got tired and turn around. Needless to say I got tired before Bill so he and the dogs hiked on a while and I went back to the Jeep. It was a beautiful woods with "bridges" that were made of two 2"X6"s mounted side by side on top of 2"X4"s placed sideways. It was shaky at best. The dogs couldn't fit on it with us so they walked in the mud and water. That didn't bother them but we knew there was a clean up when we got back to the Jeep.

We decided to head back to the RV and went back the way we came. We had had lunch in the small town of Errol, NH, and we went back through it. We stopped and made some pictures of a fisherman on the river. He flew away when we approached him. Then we made our way home.

Fisherman on the river