When I think of taking a trip to see the beautiful colors of changing autumn leaves, my mind naturally wanders to the usual spots. The north Georgia mountains (or just a bit up the mountain roads into North Carolina or Tennessee) are the closest big-color destinations, and a first getaway for many Atlantans looking for leaves at their fall peak. Those roads are also often crowded during the peak leaf-viewing weekends.
Quite a bit farther up the Eastern seaboard, are the traditional, red-hued landscapes of New England, offset by quiet, little towns and quaint, steepled churches. A visit to Connecticut, Rhode Island, Vermont, Massachusetts, New Hampshire or Maine this time of year is like walking around an old set of Newhart with a jug of maple syrup in your hand. New England just oozes quintessential Americana from every autumn leaf clinging to the tree branches.
Some people prefer the more rugged, western landscapes with their different, but still exquisite, changing leaves