After the rush of the week-end, when there were so many people on the road, travelling hither and yon, celebrating their long-week end for Columbus Day in New Hampshire, we figured it would be as good a time as any on Monday to go along to one of the most picturesque spots in the area, just to pay our respects and to be newly amazed at the wonders of Nature.

We shouldn't have been disappointed to discover that the extended week-end brought people from hear and far to goggle and google at Sabbaday Falls. Despite the crowded parking lot and the extended parking on the roadway leading to the parking area, fortune was kind to us and serendipitously, we found a place in the parking lot newly vacated by a departing sight-seer.

It's a relatively easy, slightly uphill stroll of about three-quarters of a mile, perhaps a little more, to reach the falls. On the way there are glimpses of the mountain stream and the trees surrounding. The oaks still held on to some of their nicely bronzed foliage, and the birches, their yellow leafs. An occasional burst of crimson revealed the presence of maples. Great hemlocks of elderly vintage and large old beeches proliferate there, as well.

The day was heavily overcast, intensifying the hues and beauty of the colourful scenery; on our drive over to the falls the background mountain slopes were ablaze with gold, orange, bronze, green and red. Once on the broad trail leading to the falls, little Riley, trotting along beside us never fails to draw the attention of his innumerable admirers; they are legion and they are everywhere.

The basin at the foot of the falls swirls with an intense, pale green colour, the solid layered rocks above one of Nature's countless architectural wonders. The rushing impact of the falls thundering down into the basin below spumes the air with sound and moisture. We've taken so many photographs of this spectacular spectacle over the years, yet never tire of it; for how could we?