Cameron got it (almost) 100% right: New England in the fall is for a time the most glorious place on the planet. What he missed: the great traditions of chasing pa'tridge and timberdoodle starting in October, which are the only appropriate source of loud noise generation I can think of for this time and place...
Some of my happiest memories are of hidden coverts surrounded by stone walls near abandoned homesteads and the crisp fall air in the northeast. It just doesn't get any better than that.
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I love New England in the Autumn too. However, I think the English Lake District is at least as lovely a place at that time of year too. You should come over and we can go fishing :-)
Well, of course I am being a bit parochial. Will try to take you up on that next year.
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