On November 2, I drove south on Highway 95 from Massachusetts toward Connecticut. Just as it crosses into Connecticut, I turned onto Rt. 46 toward north and drove through some of the oldest farm land in the country. Some of them have been in the same family since before the revolutionary war.
I then turned west on Rt. 14, which took me to Canterbury. I crossed this unused old railroad track just before I reached the town.
After Canterbury, I took Rt. 169 to join Interstate 395. On Rt. 169, I passed by this old water mill. It is a private home now, but the view is so old New England.
A yellow maple leave floated on the brook by the mill reminded me of the end of fall season. After Interstate 395 joined 95, I took Rt. 9 to make a detour to visit the old Essex village.
The red and yellow maple trees, which provides the true color of New England fall foliage, do not grow naturally in abundance in the Connecticut countryside. After the Essex Village, I drove toward the Atlantic coast and arrived at Old Saybrook. Here I finally got my perfect Red Maple in front of the Grace Episcopal Church of Saybrook.
A red maple tree at the peak of its fall color in front of an old New England Church, what more could I ask.
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