Vermont
John and I spent a long weekend in Vermont where we visited a close friend, took in the leaves, ate way too much cheese and got lost in a cornmaze. Although it was past peak, the color and the scenery was breathtaking (as always). The colors on the mountains were deep reds, rusts, and oranges. To me, it seemed like a blanket that you'd want to curl up under - one that was wrapping up the landscape in preparation for a cold winter. John has heard me extol the virtues of the state for the past 5 years, so at least now he understands my passion for it.
