Saturday, October 24, 2009

I wore my orange t-shirt on our excursion to the pumpkin patch. We drove west on Ajo Road until we reached Buckalew Farms.

Farmer Zane.

Sandy, Mark, and Zane accompanied me on the adventure. I made Zane pose for silly pictures. We ate freedom fries and fresh caramel corn and I still feel bloated hours later. The place was crawling with DILFs.

The four of us then stumbled through the corn maze. The concept was more exciting than the actual experience. I found someone's walky talky and I had the bright idea of having Zane talk to the other person with a walky talky. They were amazed that we returned it to them, a pair of nerdy teenagers.

The maze.

We then got on a tractor-pulled wagon and went out to the pumpkin patch.

Sandy, Mark, the caramel corn, and Zane.

The pumpkin patch was enormous.

My shadow.

We each chose a pumpkin. I got two, one for Forrest.





The only disappointment was not getting to ride in the wagon pulled by the hot farmer.

The hot farmer.

Later this week, pumpkin carving.

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