Upper Ammonoosuc Falls sits in a granite gorge on the west side of Mount Washington, where the river drops through a chute into a deep green pool and the birches on the rim turn gold the first week of October. Jack and Jacque met us there on an early fall afternoon, and we spent the rest of the day working our way down the valley, from the ledges at the falls to an old railroad trestle and a quiet bend in the river as the light went.
We started on the cobble beach at the bottom of the gorge, with the falls pouring through the notch in the rock behind them and the pool glowing green and gold. Jack in blue plaid, Jacque in a white cable knit, and the two of them wrapped up in each other before we had even said a word.
The granite at the falls is worn smooth and runs in big shelves along the water, so we moved them from ledge to ledge, closer to the chute each time. This is where the quiet frames came from, the two of them nose to nose with the water roaring just behind them, and the ring catching what light there was.
Just upstream a wooden footbridge crosses the river, and the maples on the far bank had gone fully orange. We walked them back and forth across it, let Jack pull her in for a long hug in the middle, and then let them go.
On the far side of the bridge the trail runs through a stand of white birches on the mossy ledge. We tucked them in among the trunks for a kiss, shot their hands through the red leaves, and then started them walking.
A gravel road runs along the river from the falls and by October it is carpeted in orange and yellow. We walked them away from us, let Jack dip her off the trail, and spent some time on the little things: a red maple leaf, a hug from behind, the ring set down in the leaves.
Down the valley an old iron railroad trestle crosses the river with the mountains behind it. The two of them walked the rails out into the middle of the span, and then we dropped below to the riverbank for the whole bridge against the hillside.
We finished on a quiet bend of the Ammonoosuc as the sun dropped behind the mountains. The maples on the bank had gone deep red, the water went to glass, and the two of them stopped posing altogether.
A gorge, a footbridge, a trestle, and a river at the end of the day. Jack and Jacque, we cannot wait for the wedding.
Planning a fall engagement session in the White Mountains?
The Ammonoosuc valley gives you a granite gorge, a waterfall, a footbridge, a railroad trestle, and a river with the mountains behind it, all within a few minutes of each other, and the first week of October the color is as good as it gets in New England. If you are planning a wedding in Maine or New Hampshire, we would love to hear about it.