When the weather turned frigid, and the jackets and hats were sought from storage, we made our pilgrimage to the mountains. This weekend, Alvis and I stayed at a Bed and Breakfast near Woodstock with incredible views of the Catskills. It was a short weekend--we left after my night shift was over Friday morning (I napped in the car) and sadly returned Sunday morning for work. But while we were there we packed in as much as we could. With as much folk music packed on our iPods as is legally allowed, we drove through the most exquisite, truly peak foliage I have ever seen. It warms the soul. We headed to a nearby apple farm where we picked enough apples to sustain a family of 4 for weeks on end. We drank warm apple cider and walked through pumpkin patches. Mmmm. Mountains=Good.
ps. I made homemade apple pie with our pickins. It was awesome. (as I've said before, I'm very modest).
2 comments:
The apple pie was awesome. Homemade as any pie has ever been. We picked the apples and Ryan made everything from scratch. It was great.
holy cow ryan! you are a bloggin' machine.
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