There is something magical about Northcrest in the Fall. The sunlight that filters through the colored leaves has a warm glow that illuminates the the simple lines of the the Mid-Century Modern Homes a little bit differently. The gold and yellow of the poplar trees and the spicy reds of the Maples are reminiscent of a Van Gogh painting. People ask me why I live outside of 285. If you have ever been to Northcrest in the fall and had your breath taken away, you would understand. They don’t build neighborhoods like this one anymore.