I grabbed my Kleenex ( I have a killer cold) and headed for the remote areas that have the most colors and hidden treasures.
Lots of John Deere traffic greeted me as I got off the highway. Its always a pleasure to see farmers headed to their fields early in the morning.
I found an old covered bridge, undamaged from the storm, on a rural road.
Identical to the bridge in Bartonsville that vanished in the flood.
I had to walk around this beautiful historical structure.
Found the waterfall, the cold pools and amazing rocks.
The river is 4 times the width it was before the flooding 3 weeks ago.
Hundreds of trees were swept away from this area near the bridge, giant boulders tumbled into new places and formed this new waterfall.
My photos don't do it justice.
With all the trees and top soil gone, all the boulders are now exposed. Probably the way it was a few hundred years ago.
Its still beautiful.
This is the quiet little area under the bridge, with cold crystal clear water, and where baby trout dart around in the shadows of the bridge.
Mavis and I did some rock hunting, trout watching and leaf peeping
Some folks were fly casting in the pools down stream.
We are all desperate to find some big trout. Irene washed most everything out and sent it downstream all the way to other states.
Lots of color everywhere. The fog and cooler nights are making the hills and valleys a photographers dream.
The sunset tonight was just as spectacular as the colors on the mountains.
Fall in Vermont is breathtaking. Come enjoy it.