We drove into the mountains on Saturday, headed for a little town with lots of apple orchards. Tourists visit my little town to take such drives, the copious maples are brilliant in the fall.
Our sixteen year old and eleven year old sons went along and kept Julia and I entertained.
We found the orchard that we wanted and bought a half peck of pink ladies. They are tart and sweet and crisp. Further on, we found the town to be much larger than we had expected. One of my students from that town had described the town as if it were smaller than the hole-in-the-road that I grew up in. The Japanese restaurant was great.
Today, after rain and wind on Sunday, the leaves are on the ground.