Last year, for various reasons, we didn't go to Bishop's Pumpkin Farm. But, this year we were determined not to miss it. So what if it's a 2+ hour drive, one way, from our house? I brought along a certain audiobook (which will be mentioned in a separate post) and we packed the kiddies up to go and get this year's batch of pumpy-kins.
But road trips for us are often filled with moments of complete and utter unpredictability. This year it was the temperature. On this blessed day, the temp was 100-degrees F. Yes, you read it. Sure, it's Fall. Why not?
But, how could we let temps affect our decisions when all of our favorites were waiting for us. The three-story Tree House. The Corn Maze. The Sunflower Maze for the little ones who may be scared of the corn maze. And of course, Coyote Mountain. Home of very very hot and glistening slides. The kids loved going down those huge slides this year. Bella insisted that Big Bubby Dear take her down on it. Ah, those moments of Sibling Bonding almost make up for all those other moments of Rivalry.
And that's right, Ken in full on Dad Mode had to try out the tractor. I can't make any other comments without laughing out right. So enjoy the image, I know I do.
Oh, there were also Pig Races, freshly pressed Apple Cider ICEEs and hand dipped corn dogs for us to enjoy.
Alex is still fascinated by trains. So, one ride on the Pumpkin Train needed to happen.
Apparently, I needed to pose by the Twilight Scarecrows. Don't ask why Edward's head is coming off. I'm thinking that James got to him in an alternate ending to the book/movie.
Just as the sun was beginning to cool down, we wandered into the pumpkin patch itself. Did I mention it is a working farm?? Note the size of their pumpkin patch. Huge.
Dusty, tired but not entirely too miserable, we were done. Here you go, I'm presenting our 2009 Pumpy-kins. This entire plucked fresh from the vine haul cost $21, by the way. Yes, really.
So with the sun setting, we made our way back home vowing to return next year.
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