The summit of Mt. Chocorua from different vantages.
Treading softly, quietly in the White Mountain high country revealed a
tableaux of miniature treasures.
Driving through the pastoral countryside with the windows rolled down, taking in the
mountain air from a falcon's perch, biking hut-to-hut in the Carrabassett Valley...
these moments restored hope and reignited playfulness.
The soft, healing light of late summer.
Too soon, Bon Voyage. Thank you Maine.
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