Even overnight, it seemed, new richness had been added to the colors around us as we stood once more in the dawn light beside the bridge of stepping-stones. Every twig of birch and aspen was clothed in gold. Deep purple-red sheeted all the clumps of viburnum. And above our heads, stretching out over the flow of the beginning of the Mississippi, the branch of a maple tree extended, against the blue of an autumn sky, foliage in which scarlet and orange intermingled.
–Edwin Way Teale in Autumn Across America, 1956