The Apple Orchard

The local apple orchard is about 10 miles south of town.  We've gone there nearly every year for the last 6 years.  It's become a September tradition.  Usually we go and pick apples... mostly Cortlands because they're beautiful red on the outside and crispy pure white in the middle.  They're our favorite apple.


This year, we went on their Apple Festival weekend.  They had pony rides ($3 for like 3 minutes) and inflatables and a few vendors selling country crafty wares.  They have an older gentleman driving a riding lawn mower and pulling a "train" of wagons behind him that are made from old metal barrels... it's a regular country ho-down.  It's so busy that they have people directing traffic and instructing where to park.  It's a pretty big deal.  They also have a Pumpkin Festival sometime in October.  We may have to hit that one too.

Instead of picking apples, we decided to just buy a bag of apples they had picked, but I was so sad when I realized they were OUT of Cortlands.  I didn't know what to do.  I stood in front of the Cortland cooler and just stared at emptiness.  Then I snapped out of it and grabbed a bag of Honey Crisps instead.  $18.95 later, they were ours.  Yes, they're expensive apples.


Frank and I enjoyed one on the way home and we kept going on and on about how good it was.  It wasn't like a trip my sister and I took once where our grandmother said... "This is the best apple I've had in a while!" and then 10 minutes later, "This apple's crisp but it doesn't have much flavor."

They have a dozen hay bales set up next to an old wagon so people can take pictures so I thought we should be one of "those people" who takes pictures at the apple orchard.

The boys had fun and Lenon got a $4 root beer float.  It was a good day.

-Kara