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A Vermont photographer's guide to leaf WHEELOCK ?? We set off on a treasure hunt last weekend. We were looking for gold. And purple. Also orange and red. Especially red. My friend Rebecca Reil and I spend fall weekends driving across Vermont's landscape, plying the roads over mountains and through valleys to photograph the state's legendary fall foliage. Tourists travel from around the world to take in Vermont during the richly hued autumn. All we have to do is roll out of bed. It's hard to find an excuse not to. Rebecca's and my journey Sept. 20 was much like the weekend drives we've been taking for years and, without doubt, like the drives many locals and visitors enjoy this time of year. Our treasure hunt began with the outlines of a plan well, two, really. We ended up on the other side of Vermont, on a tiny dirt road patrolled by two ornery bulls. That was not the plan. Such is a Vermont foliage adventure. "We've got to go where the trees lead us," Rebecca said as the day began. Early foliage starts in the Northeast Kingdom and the higher elevations of the Green Mountains. Poring over state and tourism association reports, we figured our best bets were up and over the Appalachian Gap between Starksboro and Fayston, or to head toward Barton and Lake Willoughby. The coin flip sent us to the Northeast Kingdom. Traveling with a goal take photos of fall foliage but without a firm destination can lead to distraction and meandering. So we made it only as far as Fairfax before a low, wet area filled with red tinged leaves drew our attention. We pulled over and took the day's first images, then set off again, headed northeast. Following Vermont 15, stop No. 2 became a farm stand in Wolcott, where a bright display of pumpkins and squash, and a sign advertising the season's last peaches, caught our eye. While Rebecca bought peaches, I photographed the gourds. Then we walked over to the barn and petted the cows. We continued our drive toward Barton until something bigger than fall leaves came into view: an open house at Caledonia Spirits in Hardwick. And this proved to be a fortuitous detour. Inside, after giving us a rundown of the distiller's offerings and a tour of the facility, an employee told us that all the locals were reporting brilliant foliage along Stannard Mountain Road. Always trust the locals. Along Flagg Pond Road in Stannard, we discovered one maple aflame in brilliant hues of red and orange. Rebecca and I both like working a scene from various perspectives (and focal lengths, and depths of field, and exposure settings, and . ), and red leaves are our favorite, so we could have spent an hour photographing just this tree, on the edge of a clearing by the roadside. Although we resisted the temptation, by then the day had stretched into late afternoon, and it became clear that Barton had become a destination too far afield. Which was fine, because our treasure hunt had led us to what we sought all along. With about two more hours of daylight, we pressed on, navigating the dirt road over the mountain and stopping at every colorful vista we could find. The overall color in the high country still was early, but the robust shades of late September and early October were clearly near at hand. Our journey ended at Chandler Pond in Wheelock, the car abandoned on a gravel road above an old barn that overlooked the water. Scenes of foliage reflecting in water are among of my favorite fall photographs, but we encountered an unexpected challenge. A field stood between the road and the pond. A field where, if you walk too close to the electric fencing, two horned, severe looking bulls will race over and wordlessly encourage you to back away. It was just as well. The light was fading, and the colors were more muted at the lower elevation. Time had come to go home and to start planning for the upcoming weekend's journey.