I live in a state that has all four seasons. I'm asked from time to time which is my favorite season, I'm not sure if I have a favorite. Each season has something special to offer, but as I get older winter is the least appealing. Summer is nice because it's summer, green, warm and fun. Spring and Fall I think are the most interesting. Spring is the rebirth after the long cold winter, the dull and gray gives way to color and new life. Fall is the opposite of Spring. It's the ending of the growing season, shorter days and cooler nights, but it does have a lot in it's favor. It has brilliant colors, textures and a smell that you can't describe.
Every fall for as long as I can remember, my Grandma Beck would come and stay with us kids and my parents would go “Up North” with their two best friends from high school days and all through their lives – Nina and Bob. They would try and time these trips to get to the northwoods when color was at its peak. The four of them would sight see, hike, take photographs and just hang out. Bob was a professional photographer and would take most of the pictures, but Dad also took some of the photos. These are just a couple from their trip in 1971.
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