Sucky orchard

Today we went to an apple farm, a commercialized, crowded, overpriced sad-zone with, as far as I could tell, very few good apples still in trees. If they'd consider renaming it, I think Hell's Backyard is fairly accurate.

But Lyla got to ride a tractor. Whee!


It cost a dollar to ride the tractors, and Lyla got approximately 37-cents of fun out of it.

In the next photo, we are on a two-dollar-apiece hayride.


Look how much fun everyone's having!

Lyla did get to pet a goat.


I can't believe nobody charged money for that part; they're missing an opportunity. I should've pretended to be an employee and opened up shop: one dollar to touch the goat, two dollars to pet it, and five dollars to just stand there.

Bitch bitch bitch. It was fine. There was a nice bench, for instance.


And we did get five good apples.


Julie picked them...out of the bin in the gift shop.