The Apple Festival

 

Sunday was our annual trip to the Apple Festival.  My parents came to my house on Saturday after an Aunt's Meeting breakfast in York.  We left the house early, at 8, and where there before 9.  We were so early we did not park in the usual field and I was afraid we were heading to the lot beside the fair and there would be no bus ride.  Thankfully we were routed to another parking field with plenty of buses waiting for us to ride.  Baylor still loves his bus rides but this year he sat with me instead of Buddy.

 

 

Being older he definitely knows what he wants to do and where he wants to go.  This year's theme for him was all things hay.  He wanted to run and play on all the hay bales he could see.  Thankfully this was allowed.

 

We hit the photo place first because it was right there and we could get it done before he was tired and uncooperative. 

 

And second he wanted to ride the biggest horse there.  The horse's name was Bo, but to Baylor all horses are named Jack.  He was an excellent rider of course. 

 

And then it was off to get a bacon sandwich.  Not my thing, bacon and bread, but Baylor needed something to eat and bacon is a known food he will never turn down.  While we were waiting for Buddy to come back with the bacon, Baylor ran around on the hay bale seats. 

 

He had Summit the snow owl with him and was rescuing Summit from all the spaces between the bales.  It was quite an adventure for both of them.

 

We wound our way around the stands on the way to the petting barn.  I don't know if it was because it was the last day or because it was so early but there were not many animals this year.  One goat, two calves, a bunny and two chickens, who you could not pet because they pecked. 

 

 

 

And then we found Ye Olde Hay Pile and that was the end of Baylor's desire to walk around.  I sat down to let Baylor play and sent Mom and Dad to walk around to do some shopping.  He was in a little boy heaven right here in the valley.  Loose hay that could be piled up, plowed through, and thrown everywhere, including on Mommy.

 

With a promise of the ride on the hay wagon, we got him to leave the hay pile.  On the way we stopped to see the engine and the guys adding the belt to the power wheel and getting the saw ready to cut shingles. 

 

 

And then it was off to the hay wagon.  Baylor still loves Johnny poppers.  The guy driving it said he should have brought his older one because it really pops. 

 

We sat right behind the tractor for the best view of the the popper. 

 

They added a few items to the woods this year.

 

After the hay ride we walked over to the tractor dance arena.  We stopped for some kettle corn and checked out some vendors on the way there.  We only watched the tractors do one dance and then Baylor asked to go on another tractor ride and play in the hay.  Mom and I let Dad go look at the cars while we made our way back to the hay pile via the vendors, the second hay ride, and a pit stop for ice cream.  We were supposed to meet Dad at noon and we had not even made it to the hay pile so Mom took him to the pile and met Dad.  We took the long way to the hay pile by heading to the tractor and small engine field.  We bought freshly roasted peanuts and one of the large steel mugs with unlimited refills.  At least it is something we can use again.  We made it to the hay pile and Mom told me Baylor had been making piles of hay with an older boy and then kids would come along and take them or knock them down.  And then they would make another.  We let him play for a while, Mom and Dad did some more shopping, I did some more shopping, or looking really.  We headed out making a stop for a soda refill and took the bus to the car.  Baylor only slept about 15 minutes in the car and woke up when I tried to get him out of the car seat.  The rest of the afternoon was spent making and eating apple dumplings and playing outside.  Another great fall day!