Every year around this time, my parents would get in the car and drive north. They both loved looking at the changing leaves. They would drive for hours, stay a few days in Vermont and head back to Chester County.
My father spent much of his youth in Vermont. I’ve had family members living there since the late 1700s. There are still a few that have not sold out to ski resort developers. It is a beautiful state not only in the fall, but all year.
But no matter how beautiful Vermont was, they would always look forward to coming home. My father used to say that there was no place more beautiful than Chester County in the fall. I agree.
Look out your window and enjoy the view (and save a lot of gas).