“Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall,” wrote F. Scott Fitzgerald in the Great Gatsby. And I can’t say I disagree. I love when the when the air starts to get crisp, my wood burning stove becomes handy once again, and the unparalleled beauty of watching the leaves change colors. The Olympic Peninsula is one of the best places to leaf peep whether it is by foot, by bike, or by car.