It’s been over two weeks since I returned from my first autumn trip to New England, and I find myself dreaming of its changing leaves, crisp air, and apple orchards.
I was visiting the East Coast for the early American history and to see friends. I was not out there specifically to leaf peep – a term I had learned shortly before I left from a friend originally from upstate New York – but inadvertently, I ended up doing just that. How could I not be impressed by the northeastern autumn when it was so different from the kind of delayed and unremarkable Fall I was used to in Southern California?
(To give you perspective, it’s mid-November now and the maple tree outside my house is still 90% green.)
Thanks to my friend Tracey‘s urging and hospitality, I had the opportunity to see more than Boston when I headed up to Massachusetts for the last leg of my trip. And it was such a good decision. I went to places I wouldn’t have thought to visit, and I finally understood why leaf-peeping in New England is on so many people’s travel bucket lists (for example, it’s on my mom’s!).