I absolutely love Blacksburg in the fall. The leaves are changing, making rolling hills of orange and maroon. After all, if God isn’t a Hokie, why do the leaves change orange and maroon in the fall? I just love it, and despite it not being a very good year for fall foliage, we are still getting some colors. The air is turning crisp, and you can feel the serenity of our quiet little mountain town. There is no place quite as special as Blacksburg. 
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