New England Autumn

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Take a journey through the enchanting landscapes of New England in the fall, where nature unveils its most vibrant colors. In this video, I’ll take you on a tour of some hidden gems on #BostonsNorthShore that showcase the region’s true beauty. From quaint towns nestled amidst the picturesque foliage to serene hiking trails offering panoramic views, this #NewEnglandFall adventure will leave you in awe and make you want to discover the out-of-the-way places not found on the usual leaf-peeper’s guides. A small town exploding with color is a different experience, and one not to be discounted.

Follow me as we wander through scenic coastal towns like Newburyport, capturing the essence of #NewEngland’s maritime heritage against a backdrop of fiery autumn hues, with nearby #MaudsleyStatePark and #AppletonFarm in #Ipswich, where you can watch the #cows come home. We love #autumn in New England and I can’t wait for this year’s foliage. Plan your own #fallgetaway to #NewEngland.

Let’s embark on a journey through some special New England gems. Don’t forget to like, comment, and subscribe to my channel for more travel inspiration!




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