This year we went only to find we'd chosen the second busiest weekend of the year. The place was swarming with people. It was pure craziness.
Upon entering we immediately hit up the wagon ride where we took a trip around the farm and watched a pumpkin shoot out of a cannon. I thought it was the coolest thing, Marcus found it to be just meh.
A quick trip through the petting zoo where Marcus pet exactly one goat and one sheep and called it good.
The back of a wagon.... check.
The inside of a tractor cabin... check.
A quick run through a hay bale maze... check.
We decided to skip the corn maze. Marcus wanted to pick pumpkins like a fat kid wants a piece of cake, and Julia was more interested in eating and snoozing. There's always next year to get lost among the corn, I suppose.
Then we were off to the main event. Pumpkins of course!
Grandma was along for the fun, so she, Marcus, and Scott went on the hunt for the most perfect pumpkins in all the patch. Julia and I hung out along side the rows of pumpkins and watched from afar.
Between pumpkin picking and wheelbarrow riding, Marcus was having a grand old time.
Naturally I made the four of us pose in the patch. The trip didn't happen if a family photo isn't taken.
Though we hastily made our way through the patch, and the experience was slightly lacking, we still found some pretty legit pumpkins that are nearly as big as Marcus.