As cheesy as it sounds, apple picking has always been on my bucket list. This past weekend we decided to travel to Sacramento and cross that one off the list. Our good friends Aaron and Angelica recently moved there and were gracious enough to allow us to stay at their apartment. We were a bit apprehensive about our sleeping situation having both girls off their schedules, but everything turned out. P even decided to stay in her pack n play and slept like a gem in the blacked out bathroom.
Friday morning after we all got ready, we headed out to find Apple Hill. The drive was breathtaking. All of the leaves were in full fledged fall glory. The sun was peering through the trees as though we were in a movie and the scent of fresh cut pine was all around. All I could think about was owning a cabin there one day. Those mountains always do something to me.
Apparently Apple Hill is not just a hill..... We found that out the hard way. Just in case you were wondering. It actually consists of 50 different ranches. We looked up a couple of farms, that offered apple picking to the public. I was giddy beyond excitement to get my apple fix. We pulled up to a charming little farm and followed the signs. Tyson noticed there weren't any apples on the tree, but I still had high hopes of their being some hidden apple tree field. We went into the gift shop and spoke with one of the owners, letting her know that we had come to pick apples. She quickly told us all of the apples had fallen from the tree's. I was so disappointed. If you want to pick apples September is the time to do so. As a constellation prize she offered us an apple turnover and apple cider. We couldn't say no and boy were we happy that we didn't. Seriously this apple turnover was the best thing to hit my mouth. Tyson and I couldn't believe how perfectly they had mastered their pie crust and apple filling. We even went back for seconds.
After our apple picnic we decided to venture out in search of apple cider doughnuts. The last place was a tease. They had apple cider doughnuts on their menu, but did not have any that day. Strike two! We made the loop, getting a peek into each farm. We pulled up to one, where we saw animals. We knew P would be happy, so we parked our car and got ready for another apple hill adventure.
We couldn't have asked for better weather. I was so worried I overdressed the girls again. I mean who doesn't want to wear flannel when going about doing Fall things? Luckily the weather cooperated and we had a blast.
As soon as P spotted the goats, she went running as fast as her little legs would take her. We handed her the goat feed in a cup and quickly learned that wasn't such a good idea. The goat snatched it straight out of her hands. Luckily they were so cheap, we bought a couple more. She would have let them lick her hands all day if we had let her.
There was a pumpkin patch that I couldn't resist going into. P was too thrilled, because that meant she had to step away from the goats. She was excited however once she realized these ones were small enough for her to carry around.
I of course, was in pumpkin heaven. I swear I could go to pumpkin patches every weekend and never tire.
^^^ Lucy was an absolute gem the entire day. ^^^
^^^ Checking out the hay maze with daddy. ^^^
^^^ We purchased some apples that I had never heard of, that supposedly are wonderful to cook with. ^^^
P noticed that all of the other little girls were getting their faces painted. She kept pointing to her face all afternoon. We decided to give it a try. The artist didn't think she would hold still and was almost not willing to try. I told her her how disappointed she would be and she decided to give it a go. Much to her surprise P did amazing. She didn't move a muscle. I thought it was the sweetest thing ever.
^^^ Did not move a muscle. ^^^
^^^ We had told the lady about P's open heart surgery experience and she painted the cutest little heart on P's arm. It's the little things people. ^^^
To top off the afternoon we had our first taste of apple cider doughnuts. They lived up to every bit of the hype. My only regret is not bringing a dozen home.
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