
Most of the leaves were down, creating colorful patterns on the forest floor.

The last hangers-on were the golden beeches and the bright yellow tamaracks.

There was still plenty of green in the more shaded areas, with the ferns and moss growing beneath the tall hemlocks.

Crossing back over the stream at the end of that loop, I visited the main waterfall at the end of the yellow trail, as well as some other pretty cascades along the way.


From there, it was a short walk back to the car. I hadn't seen another soul in the Preserve on a very bright crisp fall day.
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