The objective today was Rangely Lakes. We stopped on the way at an info booth in Rumford, Vermont, to see if there was anything else to sight see. We encountered the genuine article of a true Maine character in the info office. He had the accent, character, and demeanor or what you might expect. Turns out, there is not much to really see in Rumford. His best suggestion was the paper mill in town - "Yes sirree Bob, when them there trucks unload the wood chips, the truck is prit near straight up and down." Okay, I may have thrown a little hillbilly in that quote, but through my West Virginia upbringing filter, that is exactly what I heard. We chuckled over that one.
Reminds me of some DownEast, Maine humor. Bill says to Bob, "Jed had to put his dog down t'other day." Bob, "T'were he mad?" Bill, "Dog T'weren't too damn pleased!"
The leaves were still in peak from the day before, which may seem to be a strange thing to say. However, we will to learn by experience that the peak season may last a few days or a less depending on rain, wind, and the forces of weather.
The pictures do not do justice to what we saw. This and the day before were the best foliage of the entire trip. To reiterate, New England simply provides foliage that has not been seen by us anywhere.
Not everything was about the foliage. We ran across some hunters that had their dogs in the back of the truck.
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