If you were to look for me on any given Monday evening, you would find me sitting in a covered riding arena, cheering my eleven year old on while she tackled the trot and the canter.
Located about ten minutes south of us, this arena has become our second home over the past few months.
The farm is nestled between a menagerie of splendor with sweeping pastures and towering trees, and an old dirt road that leads us home. At least for a few months of the year.
Mostly unpaved, it’s truly a journey down an old country road.
This road will in fact be closing in one month and will not reopen until May of next year. We have roughly four more Mondays to take that path less taken. Four more Mondays to take a detour through the splendor of Fall. Four more chances to remember to bring along my camera. Whoops.
Until then, these photos from my cellphone will have to do.
At the end of this old country road we always turn right and head home to Houlton, but to celebrate the first day of October, we chose to turn left and take a detour to Nickerson Lake. In the summer, this is our swimming hole, but yesterday this became our last stop on our Fall Photo Safari.