I've been to the bay hundreds of time, but when you stay down there for a good chunk of time, you discover fun things that you wouldn't normally have thought to do. We picked and rode, rode and picked... and it just never got old.
With the apples, we made pie. Niall used the special machine to make "green anaconda peels."
And with the corn, well, it wasn't quite ready to be picked yet. So we decided to move on and just enjoy our walk and wagon ride through the fields (probably a good idea, considering we are not supposed to pick the corn). Maybe we will sneak one more ear at the end of the season when it is good and ready-- just for educational purposes ;)
He learned from the best, so I can't give him all the credit.
|Niall and his great uncle, John|
But I think what I might miss the most is watching a storm come over the bay. There's just nothing like it. You can look out one window of the house and the sun will be shining bright, while the other side is completely dark and ominous looking. Then you see the rain coming over the water long before it even gets to you.