I've never been apple picking before, but I've always wanted to!
I finally promised Elizabeth we'd go Saturday. Daddy had to work but I bundled the kids in the car and drove to Uncle Chris' favourite spot, about an hour away.
It doesn't have corn mazes and hay jumps like some of the other more commercial places but that suited us just fine. There was a little train pulled by tractor. We rode it four times because Elizabeth "badly" wanted to walk the little trail ("That man SAID it was good for kids. And I'm a kid, right mom? Do you think he meant it was okay for babies too?" eyes Matthew doubtfully) I didn't want to walk the trail while loaded with two ginormous bags of apples and thought it wise to pick the apples first, so four rides it was! Elizabeth did not object...
I'm happy to report that Elizabeth picked apples more diligently than strawberries earlier this summer. Matthew had a very happy time crawling from one worm eaten apple to another.
Elizabeth enjoyed the play structure very much too.
The ride back was rather stressful because the car dinged low on gas just before we arrived. I asked for the closest gas station, and the farmers reckoned I'd have to drive to Smith Falls or Ottawa. So I duly checked on Google maps. 14 km to nearest gas station. Car said: you have 12 km range. I was driving around on 0 km praying that I wouldn't have to call someone to rescue me. Meanwhile my phone battery was dying too (I took too many videos at the orchard or something). One thing you might not know about me is that I hardly ever fill the car (maybe a dozen times ever in nearly two decades of driving). This now makes the second time that I have frantically been searching for a gas station while watching the range left flash 0km at me. It was about as stressful as I remembered the last time! But I did make it and had just over a litre and a half left in the tank...