On leaving Woodstock, we glimpse the river in the norning sun as it passes the park and flows past our motel.

 
The foliage through the woods appears initially to be shades of yellow and green.

 
Just a mile further, the predominant shade takes on a stronger reddish hue.

 
...and just a little bit further, a symphony of green, yellow and red

 
At a split in the road we stop to visit an art gallery we knew from years before. This is the vista from their parking lot.

 
We pass the home of an antique auto - the number plate tells us it is registered in New Hampshire as Antique Automobile Number 44. Outside stands an old gasoline pump with a warning that the gas contains lead

 
From a hill-top, we get to look down on the woods

 
We found it!

For reasons explained on the next page of this album (Hoyt Country) we were hoping to find "The Potter Farm" - and there it was...

 
A slightly different angle of view - this was the photograph I had hoped to be able to make.

 
Detail of the barn and silo

 
...and the old silver/grey barns behind the stone wall. The color symphony in this picture speaks for itself.

 
A little further up the road and across the other side.

 
The local community church, not quite as narrow as most, but more majestic for that.

 
The local Firehouse where the fire engines are kept. (A wooden firehouse doesn't sound like a good idea...)

I am not familiar with the terminology of "Fast Squad" - what we would call "First Responder" I presume.

 
Panorama - a view of the few residences that make up the center of this community.

 
In case you were wondering about our patriotism...

 
Side view of that same barn with the pond behind it.

 
Getting ready for winter - a fresh coat of paint on window sills and over the clapboard walls.

 
At a fork in the road lies the local "General Store". Besides groceries and other basic supplies, it functions as the local Post Office and delicatessen where lunch awaits the hungry traveler.

 
Cookies, muffins, all kinds of sandwiches, hot dogs, chile and soup are all available for anybody caring to drop in. If you don't want to make lunch for yourself, this is the only alternative for many miles...

 
If you're not hungry, the smell of what's cooking will change your mind.

 
Just up the road from the General Sore, we spot a barn that looks suspiciouly bald. All the outer sheathing has been removed, exposing the old wood of the inner construction. What gives?

 
A closer look gives us the answer. The old barn was originaly built (like many old buildings around here) on a simple foundation of granite blocks laid on the ground. Eventually after many winters the blocks will shift slightly leading to problems.

This old barn just been lifted up off its old foundations, and a new foundations of reinforced concrete walls is being constructed together with a new basement. When this is ready, the old barn will be lowered onto the new foundation and get a new lease on life as the community center for local artists groups.