A picture doesn't do justice to the brilliant colors of the mushrooms that we've seen in Maine on our hikes: berry red, saffron yellow, moss green, eggshell white, coral, eggplant purple. We never knew that such mushrooms existed, so each one was an exciting discovery. The sizes varied as well. "I found a teeny orange mushroom!" Amanda would alert her little brother. "I see a giant red one," Kyle would tell us.
Pictures can't capture the sounds: the quiet as I fall behind (or take an opportunity to get ahead while they are enjoying the view), the rustling of the leaves, the tapping of the tree branches as they sway in the wind far above our heads, the jubilation of a sometimes-moody teen exclaiming, "This is the best day ever!" as she navigates a difficult patch of trail or captures an expansive view with a snap of my camera.
The photos don't convey the feelings: the warmth of the sunshine and the brisk of the breeze, the shaking of my quadriceps as I try to make a controlled descent after miles of hiking up.
A picture doesn't transmit the facts: a 3.3 mile hike made by a family of four (with the youngest being carried only on the very steep ascents or descents), a time of 2 hours and 20 minutes (beating the estimated time given of 2 and a half hours) at Mt. Will, Maine.