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Rhon Bell

Rhon Bell, an outdoor enthusiast, spends his time exploring the Maine Woods and documenting his journeys. Growing up in Aroostook County, he embraced the outdoor lifestyle at a young age. Living today near Portland, he spends weekends and week-long adventures hiking New England summits, canoeing the historic Maine waterways, and ice fishing for lake trout. Follow the journey as Window to the Woods discovers new destinations, and check out his other blog, Backwoods Plaid.

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Window to the Woods with Rhon Bell
Posted: September 3, 2014

The arrival of fall

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Summer has a way of preparing us for its embrace, yet leaving its everlasting mark on us. We wish for its arrival, yet hate to see its disappearance. For us left bitter by the cold of winter, it’s the warmth; for those left pale by the lack of sun, it’s the tan. For me, as an outdoorsman, the arrival of summer means fresh color, fishing and the freedom of short sleeves.

But today, as summer shuts its door and fall fades in, I tie on my Bean Boots with pride. Flannels and plaids find their way in as shorts are left behind. The crunch of crisp and colorful leaves will soon resound across the countryside . Colorful scenery will dot the trails; the reds and the golden hues.

As cooler days set in, I’ll spark a wood fire and remember where I’ve been. Leaning back in my chair, at the bluish flames I’ll stare. My smile will spread wide, I’ll drift to a warmer day. The leaves falling beyond the pale blue glass, these are the days I’ve waited for, they’ve come at last.

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