Our favorite cider mill was so crowded with tourists out for their once yearly trek to buy pumpkins and jump in the bounce house that Pa just drove right past, even though K does dearly love bounce houses.
I know, the business world is tough, and this is what brings in the spenders... sigh.
We'll be back when the bounce house is gone.
We went for a walk instead.
At the State Park, we hiked in the woods (two miles is a lot for little ones! SOME of us got carried part way) we collected pretty leaves, and we threw rocks in the lake.
We saw native Witch Hazel blooming, and found Sassafras 'mittens' shaped like Michigan.
After a snack in the pavilion, we played on the old swingset until thoroughly tuckered out.
October's flaming leaves 'lighting the way to winter', indeed.
The shame of it is, we saw a total of two other couples walking their dogs, during the whole afternoon. A few miles away, the plastic bounce house was jumpin' and shakin'. Do I worry about America? Yes.