This fall, Maggie May and I wandered our way through Vermont’s winding mountain roads, quiet trails, and small-town corners wrapped in color. From riding the Mount Mansfield gondola into the clouds to chasing golden light along Route 100, Vermont felt like one long deep breath for the soul. We hiked leafy ridgelines, sipped local cider, and treated ourselves to more maple creamies than we’ll ever admit. Vermont in autumn isn’t just something you see — it’s something you feel in your bones.