I spent many Thanksgivings in Massachusetts as a kid. My family piled into our station wagon and drove from Jersey to spend a fun holiday with family friends. This was my introduction to the magic that is autumn in New England - the vibrant colors of those last few changing leaves and crisp fresh air. Each visit filled with adventures that spark the unique joy I feel during the holiday season.

One of my favorites was our visit to a cranberry farm. The serene beauty of the bogs as the winter sun sets is, as the locals say, “Wicked cool!”

Cranberry Bogs conjures up that particular joy and serenity that our best holiday memories can stir in us, even years later.