We drove out to the National Apple Harvest Festival this morning, parked, jumped on a bus, then arrived at the festival. There were hundreds of vendors nestled in the valley of beautiful hills. The leaves are changing into colors of red and orange. Bands played. There was a petting zoo and story time for kids which Nikolas totally loved. There was an Indian Dance. Apples. Apples and more apples. We ate Carmel apples, apple cake, apple turnovers, apple butter, apple cider and plan old apples. I am surprised we are not "apple out" yet. Wild Bills supplied their old fashion soda. We purchased two really nice metal mugs and filled them up with root beer from a barrel. We ate BBQ Pulled Pork which was tasty. We sat on bales of hay. We walked and walked and OH My God, walked on this Fall day that had summer weather.
Afterwards we drove 10 miles south to Gettysburg and this is where we are spending the night. The parks are closed down as a result of the government shut down. However, we have been out here so many times, it really does not matter if we hit the park. True to this genealogist's heart, our room overlooks a cemetery. An old Cemetery.
Trying to get Nikolas to smile at the camera is nearly impossible as he is at the age where he rather make faces at it instead.
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