There was a line of cars about 2 miles long to get in, but we finally were able to park and pay our $15 per person (including pumpkin!). Only. There was no pumpkin patch. Just a bunch of bins from which to pick out a small pumpkin on your way out. We quickly realized we were at more of an amusement park than a pumpking patch. There were many, many slides with long lines of hot, sweaty kids. A bumpy hayride (by far my kids' favorite thing), baby pigs, goats, turkeys, chickens, and cows. And a pretty terrible live band. I think the kids had a fairly good time, and we're getting so used to not having our traditions 'just so' with this new lifestyle, we were fine with it. Mitch was able to buy a giant pumpkin on the way out. I picked out some butternut squash instead of a little pumpkin, to make squash risotto. Or soup. Or maybe, so I can forget about it and throw it out next month. Whatever.
|Mitch refused to take my picture under this sign.|
|Practicing milking a fake cow, although they soon were squirting each other in the face with the udders.|
|One of the many slides around the farm|
|You can buy a cone full of goat food to feed the goats with. Genius!|