As I climb the mountain, the crunching of leaves beneath my feet paints me in the hues of red from the surrounding trees. While the autumn leaves in the village boast a colorful palette of reds, greens, and yellows, the leaves in the mountains are a deep crimson, intoxicating me with their rich hues of autumn.
New Hampshire's White Mountains are renowned for their spectacular autumn foliage. As I travel the winding roads, British names dot the landscape, about three hours away from Boston. Slowly flowing streams and trails of varying lengths are enveloped in vibrant fall leaves, separated around open space. True to its motto, "Live Free or Die," this place embodies the spirit of freedom.
