As you open the handle ...
The door's entrance, once it looks out at the world, appears to be 11 feet above the ground.
You find yourself looking out at a lush, rich forest filled with mixed conifers - mostly firs - and deciduous trees, a mostly aspen and oak. It appears to be autumn, as it should be, as the date you remember was September 12. There is a warm sun, somewhat cooler than the desert was, but it glistens upon the leaves and the firm, grass-and-shrub covered ground. The forest is not dense, but spacious, as a forest would be if woodcutters were gleaning trees regularly from the growth. The ranger will note that he can see places where this was done. Everyone in the party can see the trail below, of packed dry earth, a rich black in color - a color that would suggest very fertile earth.
The forest trees do not allow the party to see more than a hundred yards, and then only in some directions, enabled by the fact that you are high enough above the ground to see past the fatter parts of the fir trees. The time, you would guess, would still be full day - but once again you cannot see the sun, just as before, from inside the cross-dimensional room.
Ermeth will push to the edge of the door - "This is like the forest on the way to Smolensk," he says. "We went there once when I was a young boy."