See how smart you are! Kancamagus IS an indian name and, in case you didn’t guess this part, it runs through the White Mountain National Forest.
This is how we spent a major portion of our day on Saturday. Although the weather was cloudy all day and the temperature never got over 55 degrees, we at least did not have to deal with rain. I think when you see the pictures you will admit Jim did a great job without sun to highlight the colors. And what colors we saw!
All this cool weather and rain seems to be bringing out the colors by the hour. Of course, the altitude on the trail probably had something to do with it as well. Every time we thought we were seeing the most beautiful fall foliage, we would go around another turn and something even more spectacular would delight our eyes. God’s creation in nature is awesome!

The first significant stop on the highway was the Passaconaway Historic Site. This home site was built in the early 1800’s remained privately owned until 1962. It had no inside bathroom until the last owners added it around 1960 and used it as a summer home. The original family had five daughters and the last of them lived in the home until 1938. Not too long after the house, we found a water fall and, of course, had to go see the view. Lucky for my knees this path was not the raw forest roots we dealt with at Bethel, but can you tell from the picture I was not that excited to walk up hill again?
I do have to admit the trip was well worth the effort. The sheer power of water is so evident when you see what it can do to rocks and trees given enough time. Please bear in mind that no photographer can truly capture what the eye can behold, but Jim gets pretty close.
The last thing we stopped to see was Lilly Pond with a really wonderful reflection from the shore.
By this point I was ready to eat anything, but again we lucked out and found a fabulous place where we feasted on the best butternut squash soup and Rachel sandwiches on pretzel rolls. Stuffed and ready for a nap, we decided to drive north to Littleton to see their art show and street fest. Evidently the majority of it had taken place while we were driving through the White Mountains. We did, however, manage to save the trip when we found a candy store with 100 feet of candy jars three deep. I have never seen this many different kinds of candy in one location. Naturally, we did our best to help support the owner!


















































