It’s the first weekend in October and, with rain in the local morning forecast, I set out to find the nation’s classic fall traditions. The farms that are packed with families willing to drive an hour because that’s where they’ve always gone. The cider mills that are cranking out the fresh apple cider and donuts that you will be hankering for every fall for the next thirty years. The locations that draw giant pumpkin farmers and guests from across the region to see who has the heaviest pumpkin. From farms which could be best characterized as amusement parks, to classic...