Post by Grubb.
Even in the rain the White Mountains have been an explosion of warm colors. When we arrived on Friday I expected the forests to be swarming with people, more commonly known as peepers, mesmerized by the autumn foliage. Where did they all go? Did we leave (no pun intended) them in Maine? Since we’ve been here we’ve practically had the trails to ourselves. In this dimension we’ve been the only peeping people. (Poor paranoid Peter picked a portal packed with peeping peepers!) For a parallel universe, as I’ve indicated in a previous post, this is a throwback world, a world where nature, thick with leafy growth, is still able to crowd out human interference. A world that predates the Anthropocene where weather patterns can be attributed to God (or gods) instead of people. Yesterday, after we returned to our cabin around noon, the rain hit and continued unabated until about nine this morning. Now the sun is peeking through a high bank of drifting clouds. The gods are smiling on us.