Coming from Michigan, apple picking is a regular autumn activity amongst friends and family. My expectations of what California apple picking was going to be like looked a little something like this. Acres upon acres of beautiful trees with apples every which way you looked. You may even need to take a tractor to get to the good apples, but you never felt overwhelmed by the number of people or the number of trees.
Now back to California. After driving inland 2 hours, we stumble upon little old Oakglen. When we finally parked the car, we then had to wait in line for over 30 minutes just to be let in, and once in, there were only like 10 trees total! It was honestly mindblowing. I'm surprised they even had enough apples to for people to pick. None the less, we made the best of an interesting situation. It was gorgeous outside and the fresh trees and grass can sometimes be a sight for sore eyes, and we were leaving with 10lbs of apples!
Yes and we all wore plaid on purpose.
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| Me! |
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| Sean |
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| Amy |
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| Under a tree |
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| Tractor realness |
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| engagement pictures |
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| Blossom, my spirit animal |
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| pony lovin' |
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| gimme dos apples |
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| Floppy the Bunny |
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| heavy machinery |
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| as easy as pie |
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| goofin' |
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| Crankin' my own cider |
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| Steady hands!! |
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| Cya later Oakglen!! |
On our way out of Oakglen, we stopped at this strip-mall-middle-of-nowhere thai restaurant and it was surprisingly tasty. So if anybody ever needs a recco, hit me up!
Cheers,
Kate
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