But the best place to be is up in the
high country. I like the White Moun-
tains. The air over there is crisp and
it smells like autumn. Some combina-
tion of wood smoke, fall harvest and
the ironic redolence of decomposition.
"When the leaves fall," Thoreau said,
"the whole earth is a cemetery pleasant
to walk in."
But the best place to be is up in the high country. I like the White Moun- tains. The air over there is crisp and it smells like autumn. Some combina- tion of wood smoke, fall harvest and the ironic redolence of decomposition. "When the leaves fall," Thoreau said, "the whole earth is a cemetery pleasant to walk in."
BY: Raymond Carlson,Robert Stieve
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