After stuffing our faces with pulled pork, donuts, and ice cream, we left The Apple House to search for a farm where we could obtain actual apples. And just down the road, we found Hartland Orchard. The sign advertising apples caught our attention, but as soon as we drove onto the property, we saw a far more interesting sign:
Could this day get any better?
Unfortunately, we didn't have time to stop and watch pig races, so we continued up the drive in search of apples.
The orchard had bins of 6 or 7 different varieties of apples, so our u-pick experience consisted of picking them out of the bins. Which was about all we could handle due to our distended donut-filled bellies which were on the verge of exploding. (You could drive up into the orchard and pick your own if you wanted to.)
We "picked" a peck of pickled peppers apples (which turned out to be 27 apples) for $5.
More exciting than the apples, were the cows. Well, I found the cows to be exciting. Larry found the cows to be "smelly" and "gross", and he said - and I quote - "These guys would look better hanging in my freezer."
Sigh. I guess I won't be turning Larry vegetarian any time soon.
Unfortunately, and while I'm no expert on cattle, I'm somewhat certain that WILBUR (that's WLBR in txt-speak) and his buddy here are Black Angus, which means they most likely will be hamburger some day.
Poor guy. I'm going to pretend Wilbur will have the same fate as his porcine namesake and be saved...does anyone know of any literate spiders who could lend a hand leg?
"Hey, you gonna feed us or what?" (I've seen this exact look on Banjo's face.)
A beautiful day in apple country...now let the baking begin!