Chapter 3, Autumn Beauty On Port Kent Road

We'd reached the most remote part of the Port Kent Hopkinton Turnpike, a seasonal road through the northern Adirondack forest which I consider my favorite route home. I stopped to take photos of many lovely scenes, including this wetland with a patch of fiery orange on the far shore and leaves so brightly colored on the base of the mountain that one could be forgiven for thinking it was on fire and spreading up toward the summit: 

The dogs watched me with great interest every time I got out of the car to take a picture:

I know what you're thinking now, that I've gone overboard hitting the "Enhance" button. I assure you that this scene photo got only the usual editing and, in fact, my software doesn't even have an "Enhance" button. Breathtaking, isn't it?:

The Port Kent Road descends from there down through a mixed forest which was also spectacularly beautiful. I could see through the trees that mountains were just ahead:

The road leveled out but the glorious colors continued:

I stopped at Grass Pond to let the dogs out once more:

Old Wally and Winky seemed happy snoozing in the car, so I just let the younger dogs out for a romp down the wheelchair ramp toward Grass Pond:

And the dogs were appreciative, basking in the natural wonder of the Adirondacks:

But this was just a quick rest stop and within minutes we were walking back up toward the car:

We continued onward and I rolled down a few windows for the dogs' enjoyment (that's sweet Madeline's freckled face in the side view mirror):

Near the hamlet of Loon Lake, I turned off on a small dirt road because a state sign said there was a public fishing spot that way. In fact, it was called Fishhole Pond. The road to it took us through dense forests with lots more autumn color:

We reached Fishhole Pond and it was indeed spectacular. But I went no farther. I snapped a photo and turned back toward the Port Kent Road. But there was a lot of autumn color along the way, and I'll post about that tomorrow: