Here, then, are some of Mother Nature's sleights of hand:
On one of the high trails through the park. I was closing in on the 4,000-foot mark when I looked up and snapped this shot.
This bit of beauty was located at the remains of the old CCC camp that housed the men who put this park together.
One rainy day we drove into the high peaks region. The rains were heavy and slowly knocking down the brilliantly hued leaves from the hardwoods. I stopped along a lonely Forest Service road and got this view.
Afternoon sun accentuates the already bright Autumn colors of the slopes beyond Seneca Rocks. Yet another treasure from our campsite at Seneca Shadows.
A lonely hike along the mountain ridge.