While Christmas might be the most wonderful time of the year, fall is, in my opinion, the most beautiful. Four hundred and fifty miles north of Chicago my family has a summer home. It is in a remote part of Wisconsin tucked away on a dirt road back in woods. If you time your vacation right (there is about a three day window) you can catch the leaves at their peak. They are spectacular. But more spectacular is the day that the leaves fall.
It rains leaves and they blanked the roads. There is nothing quite like. And it is hella fund to run around like a nut…just ask Addison.