It was evident upon setting out into the hills that we were just about a week too early for the Fall color, which was one of the main motivations in taking the trip in the first place. However, with Fall foliage always comes leaf-peeper car jams, and we were afforded passage on the curvy roads and by-ways with little to no traffic.
At the recommendation of our hosts, we headed for the Mount Washington Inn and Resort in Bretton Woods. A relic from the golden age of ski resorts — when millionaires and celebrities alike would escape to luxury in the wilderness, hiding out in these grand hotels for weeks at a time — the Mount Washington was revived over a period 2 years by Omni Hotels, and is a now a National Historic Landmark.
We wandered the hotel for while before settling into a couple of cushy lounge chairs on the sprawling back veranda. We split a club sandwich and munched contentedly, admiring the view of the Presidentials laid out in front of us.
We wandered the mountains until the sun went down, coming upon an overlook just as the sun was beginning its gradual descent behind the horizon. We may not have had the leaves, but weather could not have been any more perfect.
feather + fir 