Early settlers in the area of the White Mountains of New Hampshire had a marvellous landscape. In particular, there was one that was easily accessible, requiring no arduous, time-consuming trek to get to. All it took was a relatively short and easy walk through a woodland glade, a bit of a rise through the forest, and suddenly there it was, a wonderful, crystal-clear mountain stream.

It became a commonly-enjoyed Sunday outing, after church, to visit the site. And it was named after the Sabbath. That mountain stream that presented as the geologic terrain changed to an ascent, creating a waterfall of lovely dimension and effect, was named Sabbaday Falls.

We visited it often, over the years, with our three growing children in tow, in the Crawford Notch. And this time, with our granddaughter, we visited it after a long hiatus in our mountain-trekking experience.

It was as breath-takingly lovely as we recalled, and more. A truly wonderful place that nature has blessed with an abundance of beauty.