I wanted to do something uniquely fall, something that, as my nana said to me "Brings out my harvesting and storing instincts" Apple picking was just the thing. We are fortunate in the Bay Area to be about an hours drive away from where a lot of our produce and meat is grown. My friend and I rented the sweetest Mini Cooper convertible, baby blue, and drove up north.
Beep, beep that's me. How sweet is that car?!
Okay so we were driving, wind blowing in our hair, tunes cranked up. Then we arrived to a little oasis in the middle of farm country.
And we went to harvesting...
Turns out we picked 15 pounds of apples.
We wandered around some more and met the other folks that lived there.
Then it was time to drive back to the city and over the Golden Gate bridge where it is rare to see the towers so clear and without fog.
It was a wonderful day. If you are ever feeling cooped up in the city, head to Chileno Valley Ranch and breathe some fresh country air. Now what to do with all of those apples?!
Thanks Bri for taking pics of the bridge so I could drive ;-)