A couple weeks ago, L and I roadtripped our way to New Hampshire for a quick bout of leaf peeping. For those of you who aren't familiar with the activity, rest assured you're in the majority and get ready for a mini vocabulary lesson. Leaf peeping (verb): the act of viewing and photographing the changing of the leaves. The other-worldly, euphoria-inducing changing of the leaves. I've said it a million times before: autumn is hands-down my favorite time of year. The crisp air, the perfect temperature for outfit selection (face it, in the summer you just want to be naked and in winter survival means looking like the Michelin man), and of course the arrival of fall-tinted foliage.
In New Hampshire, the vibrant greens melt into waves of warm neon. So famous is this transition, leaf peeping is a major revenue flow for the state. I used the official New Hampshire tourism website's foliage tracker to figure out the optimal time to visit, the optimal location to visit (Keene in the Monadnock region), and even the path to take once in Keene. The only thing the site's missing: a warning about those pesky mosquitoes! L and I got bitten alive strolling down our picturesque wooded path. Not quite sure what strain they were, but they even managed to bite me through my pants! Fortunately, I'm just as persistent as those buggers, and we managed to walk away with a reel of stunning souvenirs from our brisk leaf peeping voyage. Totally worth each and every bite.