(Not) Past Peak

A friend owns a B&B up in the Catskills, which offers a stunning view.  My friend tells a story about a guest there on the terrace, looking out over the amazing valley near the end of the fall foliage season.  Apparently the leaves had actually started falling.  "Well", she whined, "I guess it's past peak".

I can look out from that terrace for hours in any weather condition, at any time of year, and never cease to be amazed. 

And, in any case, it was most certainly not past peak yesterday when a friend and I hiked nearby: