
Wetlands and mountains are clothing themselves with autumn:

And the trees, of course, were spectacular:

This small bridge and waterfall were right alongside Route 28N:

This is called "Fishing Brook." I guess that's descriptive:

I pull off the road often and get out to take photographs. In this case I noticed Seamus the Gigantic in my car looking out the window imploring me to let him come along:

Route 28N heads southeast from Long Lake towards the main highway into Albany:

Reflections:

I stopped to give the dogs (and myself) a rest stop. This little meadow surrounded by firs was already turning dry and crispy. The last time I stopped here it was filled with wildflowers:

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