Saturday, October 25, 2014

Klackle Orchard and the Fallasburg Covered Bridge

It's the last warm weekend in 2014 for the state of Michigan -- or so we've been told -- which makes it the perfect weekend to take the family out for a drive in the countryside to see the beautiful fall colors and visit a cider mill to pick up some apples and cider and pies and donuts and fudge and all sorts of other wonderful treats.

Of course, it took us a while to get started. Cheryl and I had a Marching Band committee meeting at noon, which went on and on and on and on (as those things tend to do when there are so many things to talk about); by the time we got back to the house to pick up the kids, it was past two o'clock and the sun was on the lower end of the sky. I figured we had three hours to get there and back before it got dark - and it's not next door!

We took Cheryl's car because it needed a nice, long workout. And it rides really smooth. So smooth, in fact, that the kids fell asleep in the back seat!

We arrived at Klackle's in a bit of a stiff wind, but it didn't blow us over too much. We didn't bother with all the kiddie rides (there are lots of 'em) but went straight to the market to look at all the wonderful food. And try the apple samples. And cider samples. And select all kinds of fudge to try. And a dozen donuts of varying kinds (including pumpkin and apple-caramel). And pie: Apple Caramel and Pecan!
(Now if we only had some ice cream ...)

Afterward, we drove on down to Farrasburg to visit the Covered Bridge.
When the boys were (much) smaller, they attended a Boy Scout Jamboree nearby, which I barely remembered, but James did remember. I only remembered it when we drove around the final curve and saw it laid out in front of us.



We spent a few minutes wandering up the road and crossing the bridge and taking pictures and then just as we were about to get back in our car, this lady appeared who had lost her camera -- well, actually, her little daughter had lost her camera -- and she was asking everyone in the little parking lot if they'd seen it. We hadn't, but it made us feel quite sad that someone had lost something so important, with memories inside.

And then, as we were sitting in the car ready to go, the lady, who had crossed to the other side of the little country road to the ditch and scrub-grass beyond, suddenly cried out in joy because she had found the camera.
That made for a very successful conclusion to our visit.

Of course, it wasn't the end to our road trip. We still had miles and miles to go to get home, and then it was time for dinner. So guess what we had for dinner?

Yep. Apple pasta salad with apple slices. And apple donuts!

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