Not Mary’s Dad’s Farm
Ah, smog fall is in the air. Time to throw the kids into the Wagon Queen Family Truckster and head up to Burt’s Farm to bask in the warm glow that is Halloween Alpha. Naturally, as it’s a pumpkin farm—and we needed a pumpkin—we purchased nothing.
We also stopped by Amicola Falls, if only to remind ourselves why we stopped going there years ago. Timing our leave perfectly, a mere two hour car ride in traffic—peppered with the wails of one too young to understand the concept of roadtrip and one too old to be pulling the same crap—and we were back home. Good times.
