After a long night of weather delays and reroutes, I finally made it to Albany around one in the morning—tired but determined to make the most of my 30-hour layover. When I woke up, the plan was simple: rent a car, chase the fall colors, and soak in a little bit of small-town New England charm. I headed northeast on Route 7A toward Bennington, Vermont. The drive alone was worth the trip—winding roads lined with maples that looked like they were on fire, bursts of gold and cri

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