Last Weekend

Yes, I know, I’m falling behind on posting. Sorry. 

So, let’s see, what’s been going on...

I suppose I could tell you a little bit about how I’m now working on putting in the storm windows and how it is one of my three least favorite jobs around the house. But it seems to me, that sentence pretty much covers everything I have to say about it.

Instead, let me share a few photos with you, taken last weekend - which somehow seems like it was a month ago.

To begin with, I should mention that it was one of those all too rare times when everyone was home - for part of the weekend, anyway. Jake came home on Friday, Helaina came by on Saturday, as is her routine, and later Saturday, Rachael came in by train from The Big City (I had to check the date on the picture below, just to be sure I have the day correct. It was, after all, close to a week ago.) Sam, of course, was already home.

Sunday was to be our annual “Let’s Go Pick Apples” day. We’ve been doing this for several years now and in the past, we’ve been pretty lucky, weatherwise. I don’t ever remember a day of bad weather. In other words, we were due.

We woke up on Sunday to rainy weather, which then changed to kind of rainy, before eventually changing back to more rainy.

After much indecisiveness, we decided to say the heck with it and go apple picking anyway. I was pretty sure that we would be the only customers there, which would normally be the orchard's busiest weekend, and since we would be the only customers, we would thus be treated like royalty.

Surprisingly, the apple orchard was pretty packed. 

Unfortunately, we weren’t the only ones who thought picking apples in the rain was a great idea. Go figure.

Although we were less focused on things like climbing the apple trees and riding the tractor - and more focused on getting on apple bags crammed full and getting back to the dry house, we had a great time. Plus. we’re now the proud owners of a bushel or two off fresh apples.

Sunday afternoon, Jake headed back and Rachael headed back on Monday. That left the skeleton crew.

So, rather than rattle around the house, on Monday, Sam, Helaina and I went to the train yard, where we watched the trains for a little bit before walking the bike path.

Sam and I had gone to the train yard and discovered this bike path on a rainy day back in June - which I may or may not have written about - but we haven’t made a trip back since. And since this day was turning into a beautiful, bright, fall day, it seemed like a good time to visit once again. That, plus Sam had mentioned going again earlier in the week.

Even though it was a long weekend, with Monday being a holiday and all, it went by awfully quick. Here are a few of the pictures I took of the all too brief festivities.

Enjoy.

I did.

Rachael walking back from The City.

The gang, ever eager to pick apples!

On the hunt.

Remind me again, why are we here?

Amazingly, Sam found the only perfect apple in the entire orchard.

Mission accomplished. Time to head back.

Watching the trains roll in.

Photographic proof that trains still exist.

Down the bike path.

Further down the bike path.

And yes, you guessed it. Still more bike path.

Sam and Helaina on the approach to the iron bridge.

Strawberry fields beyond the trees.

Let me take you down ...

The iron bridge.

Another iron bridge in the distance. On this one, foolish people such as myself, actually drive over it - and pray that we don't fall through it.

A view of the river from the other side of the bridge. The low water level reflects (no pun intended) our lack of rainfall - despite the rain of the day before.

Helaina and Sam along the path.

Heading back.

Sam in the wild.

Empty field leading to the strawberry "patch".

On the way back.

On last shot.