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Apple Farm

Today started out pretty rainy, so Jupiter and I abandoned our plans to go to Nebraska City. As the day went on, though, the rain was subsiding and it looked like we might be able to go wander around the orchard after all. So we did.



Nebraska City has a city wide Apple Jack Festival every year in September. It features patents, craft shows, art shows, air shows, car shows, a carnival, and much more. However, Jupiter was not interested in anything but the apple orchard at Arbor Day Farm. I could not blame him, it is fun to pick and eat apples right from the orchard.

When we got there, Jupiter saw his friend Elsa and started following her on the trails (which are another fun thing to do at the farm). But we were there for apple picking, so we soon left the trail and went to pick some Red Delicious, Golden Delicious and a few different apples that we were not technically supposed to pick yet. We tried many of them out too. They were all pretty tasty.

After filling our bag with apples, we wandered around the orchard for a bit. We tried to go through the corn maze, but the rain earlier in the day made sure that was not a good option. Jupiter also spent a lot time playing on the old tractor. It was not enough time for him. I think he could live on a tractor seat if we let him.

Overall, it was a pretty good day for the apple orchard despite the rain. We will go back again sometime when Chris is not at work and the preservation orchard is a little more mature. There is still plenty that we have yet to do there including trails we have yet to walk. We got the annual family membership so that we have an extra excuse to go out there more often.

I recommend anyone who like apples check it out.
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