It was late autumn and I was on the final day of a 9-day photography trip to Maine. I was pushing myself to find that last shot I could take home with confidence. Most of the fall color had long gone in the higher elevations so I concentrated on the low lying areas. Time being of the essence, I left my equipment behind and began running the trails of the park scouting for something promising. Sometimes I would find an area with potential, go back for the equipment and return to take some shots. Other times, I would return to an area with my equipment and decided I no longer found it appealing. This happens occasionally when under duress, you try to make something out of nothing. However, after climbing out of a rocky ravine and arriving at this trailhead, I stopped dead in my tracks. Complete with the stacked stones typically used to guide hikers and a blazing trail inviting further exploration, I knew I found something I wanted. A short time later, I returned with my equipment and was able to capture this image