Finally, the weatherman said the rain would stop.... but it was going to be 40 degrees and dropping into the low 20's by evening. I wasn't exactly thrilled about going in such cold weather. I'm weather phobic (I tend to get a little panicky if the temperature goes above 72 or below 65) and I assumed that if it was 40 degrees here at home, it would probably be about 6,000 degrees below zero on top of the mountain. (The apples are grown on a mountain.)
|The scenic route|
Well, despite Mr. Weatherman's prediction, off we went (we took the scenic route and stayed off the interstate) and as it turns out, I wasn't too far off on my guestimate of the mountain's temperature. It was FREEZING! The wind was just .... just unspeakable.
|There's a reason they're called The Blue Ridge Mountains|
We arrived at Carter Mountain Orchard which starts off on the side of the mountain. We checked in, got out apple picking bags and the instructions on where we were supposed to go and up the mountain and into the orchard we hiked. Thankfully, once we reached the actual orchard and got lost among the rows of trees, there was no wind at all. Just gloriously warm sunshine.
Sarah and I each filled our bags with apples and had a good time laughing at my lack of coordination. The paths between the rows of trees were pretty muddy in places and let's not forget, we were on the side of a mountain. And I'll admit, I was looking up at the apples on the trees, not at the ground so I kept stepping on apples. It really is a miracle I didn't break a bone, but at the same time, I imagine my slips and slides were probably YouTube worthy.
|View from Carter Mountain Orchard's deck|
After filling our bags with apples, we made our way back down to the barn where there was plenty of delicious hot apple cider and apple cider donuts awaiting us.
And now we're home. Home, wondering what the heck are we going to do with a bushel and a half of apples?