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There's a specific kind of magic that happens when you catch the fall colours upstate New York at their absolute peak. It's not just about the leaves turning; it's that crisp, biting air that makes you want to live in a flannel shirt forever and the way the morning mist sits over a glass-still lake in the Adirondacks. If you've ever lived in the city, you know that "fall" there usually means a few yellowing trees in Central Park and a lot of wind tunnels. But once you head north of Westchester, the world basically turns into a Technicolor dream. ...