We have been trying to go apple picking for weeks, but it wouldn’t stop raining. I swear it has rained for two straight weeks and Hurricane Joaquin didn’t help us at all. It finally cleared up this past weekend so we headed up to the mountains to pick some apples.
This year we knew a bit more about Sky Top Orchard and thought it best to get our apple doughnuts first while the kids played. They are delicious and the line is thirty minutes long, but worth the wait. Tom stood in line and came back with eighteen doughnuts for the five of us. He said he felt silly waiting in that long line and only get twelve. I have to admit that the first twelve were gone rather quickly but were unable to eat the last six. We brought them back for my dad.
I went to grab the baskets to put the apples in and instead of three small baskets, like last year, I got four. I knew that it would be an insane amount of apples but last year I gave so many away that I regretted not getting more. As much as tom tried to tell me that it was too many baskets, I persisted and brought the four baskets with us anyway. (The story of our marriage)
The kids climbed the trees to pick the choicest apples and we easily filled up the four baskets. We could have picked more but we could barely carry back the baskets that we had. All together we picked an astounding forty two pounds of apples. Yes, 42 pounds. We have given away or eaten twenty pounds already but we still have twenty more to go. We can do! No problem.
Apple picking is about much more than the apples – it is about spending time together, having an adventure, and continuing a family tradition for as long as we can….the apples are nice as well.