While we were teaching we never had the chance to experience fall in other places besides SoCal. In Southern California fall is hot. Kids wear new fall school clothes even though it's 90 degrees. By afternoon, faces red and sweaty, they desperately tug at new sweaters, wishing they hadn't been slaves to fashion. Walking home in those scratchy new clothes is an ordeal, finally ended at home where fall fashions are flung into a corner and replaced with tank top, shorts, and flip flops. Ahhhhh!!! That's more like it!
Northern Michigan was cool and drizzly, the Mackinac Bridge to the Upper Peninsula shrouded in fog. We crossed into the unknown. (Not really, since we had been there before in the summertime, but I like the way the previous sentence sounds.)
Visiting Northern Michigan and its Upper Peninsula in the fall has been a treat. We couldn't get enough of the reds, oranges, yellows, browns, greens of the changing leaves. I haven't seen New England's leaves but I'll bet the U.P. is a contender in the leaf color contest.
This isn't peak leaf looking season. That's in a couple of weeks when I bet it's even more spectacular.
Even piles of leaves in our campground are awesome.
On to Wisconsin tomorrow. Special Lawbreaker Edition: Dillinger