A sparkling layer of frost covered the ground when I woke up the next morning and walked out onto the back deck of Wyandotte Lodge. The Au Sable River flowed quietly as the sun rose behind me in the east and began to illuminate the tops of trees that were just beginning to turn color. My breath fogged around me in the cold air – my favorite kind of morning. I imagined the scene would be really beautiful in a week or so. I always seem to have trouble timing this fall color thing.
After dining on one of the best omelets I've ever eaten (the owner of Wyandotte Lodge is a retired science teacher-turned construction worker who also dabbles in cooking) I hit the road heading west toward Hartwick Pines State Park - the subject of the next post.
Unfortunately, most of the growth here was young, but these short, new trees were bursting with color. I pulled over several times to photograph bright red and yellow oak leaves, and to wait for wild turkeys to cross the road and waddle around in the tall brown grass completely unimpressed with my presence.
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Gorgeous! Loved seeing those turkeys walking about ...they always seem to know when to disappear as thanksgiving approaches!
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