Graves Mountain Apple Festival

Yesterday we hopped in the car and headed west towards the mountains for an apple festival. Andrew grew up attending this annual event, and he knew both Ryder and I would enjoy it. We know we won't have too many opportunities for weekend getaways as a family of three, so we wanted to take advantage of it. The rain that was expected in the afternoon blew right over us, and it ended up being a beautiful day. We brought home a box of fresh-picked apples and one tired little boy, so the day was a success!

Andrew and Ryder went on the hayride together, and of course Ryder's favorite part was seeing the "big tractor".

It's starting to look like fall!

crates and crates of apples

Andrew and Ryder waiting to get off the hayride

an ENORMOUS cow--I wish Ryder had been standing closer to the fence for a size comparison.

the back of an antique fire truck parked at the farm

"dirty fire truck", as Ryder called it

Ryder wanted to climb every animal's pen. Luckily the animals were used to so much attention and were very friendly. This cow licked Ryder's shoe and his hand before the visit was over.

"Hi, cow!"

digging in (and throwing!) the rocks

my adorable little bee

climbing...again

Playing with the animals + running up and down the hills = passed out!