Day 73: Apple picking!

A little tiny apple. I think it might be a Jonathan, but we're not sure.

Today we, even we, went apple-picking.

We set out not so bright and early from our burrow, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed were we not, but we got there in the end.

There, being Terhune Orchards near Princeton, NJ. We thought to find a small orchard less overrun with New Yorkers than the nearer-by ones, so at first we were shocked to see a place swarmed with adults and kiddies, picking out pumpkins, petting pack animals, etc other-things-starting-with-P. Once we figured out that this was not the apple picking venue, we stood "on" line for apple cider donuts with the rest before making our escape. (Actually we also took the time for a little trip through the educational funhouse type thing which took us through the earth's crust, and underneath a tuber's eye view of some lovely potatoes, formed of pantyhose).

The orchard, while by no means deserted by Canadian standards, was pretty empty for New York ones. We were a bit late in the season, and the apples we were most interested in tasting were more or less gone, so we had to scavenge. But it was a beautiful day for the scavenging and we were nothing loath.

After all the scavenging and lugging exhausted us, we trekked back to Princeton for lunch near the seat of privilege, and then it was home for some poor tired marsupials. But never fear, the apple saga continues...

Pictured right, one long coil of apple thanks to an ingenious machine; left, a crumpled heap of tired scavengers amidst the endless rows of apple tree.