Forgive the poor resolution of the photos. Riverhag decided to take the Riverdog down to the Chemung, and what with all the preparations needed to safely bring a dog in a cast, she forgot her camera. No real problem, except that I want to make a point.
We had a very wet summer, and we are entering a fairly wet fall. The river has been somewhat off-limits to our Huggamutt, because of a broken carpal bone at the base of her dew claw. Even this day, Monday October 3, 2011, with no real rain for a while, the Chemung is very high and very fast.
The Riverdog is being closely watched and constantly checked with whistles and shouts of "This way!" to keep her from the swirling waters.
I shot these quick photos on my cellphone, just to get some sense of perspective on our unfortunate situation. We should be rushing towards a glorious riot of reds, oranges, and even purples. We are not. The wetness has modulated the temperatures, preventing the cold nights and chilly mornings needed for color.
If you look closely, you will see there are already bare trees, but little color. Do not purchase a ticket to "leaf-peep" for at least another two weeks. We have nothing to show.
In the very center of this last photo,
there is just a touch of red, right on a mostly bare tree. This does not bode well for our tourism industry. Come for the wines; come for the festivals; come for our lovely topography. Just don't come for the foliage: not yet anyway.
Check back in a week or so.