Early in October 2019, my husband and I drive our 30-foot RV from Quebec City to Skowhegan, Maine, our two dogs patiently waiting for the next stop-and-sniff opportunity. The road flows and winds gently as we head south through Maine from the Canada–United States border on US-201, also known as Old Canada Way. All around us is a sea of color: soft yellow, brilliant gold, burnt orange, bright red—fall in the Northeast in its full glory. I roll down a window and take in the fresh air, the quiet. We drive slower, enchanted, smiles across our faces and eyes wide open: this is SO beautiful! We are privileged to have the scenery almost all to ourselves, feeling transported into another world, soft, luminous, and gentle.
The 78-mile-long scenic road runs…