Yesterday was the day for our annual trek to The Pumpkin Patch on Sauvie Island just outside of Portland. They have a corn maze in a different pattern each year, the most incredible caramel apples that you will ever sink your teeth into, a market that sells all kinds of fun farm produce as well as jams, jellie, syrups, you name it. After the market you can jump onto a hay trailer pulled by a John Deere and head out to the pumpkin patch to wander around and pick your own pumpkin. (I suggest you go a little earlier in the month. Most of the pumpkins still left in the fields now were rotten.) Always in the past, Dustin has been the first one in the car for days like this, jonesing to run through the maze and drag the biggest pumpkin that he could possibly carry back to the truck, so I was shocked and a bit sad when he informed me that he didn't want to go this year. He has been lifegaurding at our local pool and loves his job, so didn't want to ask for a day off, and anyway Mom, I want to go to a movie with my friends later. Well, I Never!! What happened to my little boy??! Shilo, on the other hand, shocked me by wanting to go. She has had better things to do for a couple of years now, but was very sad when she couldn't go with us. She is going to college, still working at the theatre and has picked up three shifts a week cooking at a local pizza joint. Silly girl. I keep telling her that life is to short to work two jobs when you don't have to.
Anyway, when we loaded up, only Riff, Brittany, Noah and I were in the truck but I had strick orders to bring pumpkins home for carving. Below are pictures of our day. You will soon see why I titled this post the Muddy Blues...
I kid you not, this is just one of the path's through this years corn maze. This is even a mild path, with some of the mud several inches thicker than this. Some paths were just soppy wet mud while others were less wet but very sticky. We had to be very careful to not stand still for any length of time or we would definately have lost our shoes. Next year I'm going to be wise enough to bring rubber boots. I did take a picture of three boys, probably about 10 years old, who came out of the maze covered in mud from head to toe. I just knew that they were running and sliding and having a good old time. I decided I better not post that picture as you can see their faces to well.
The blues comes into this story via the sky. Incredible beautiful blue skies with just a hint of a crisp fall breeze in the air made for a perfect day on Suavie Island.
Noah rode through the Corn Maze with Grandpa, all safe and sound in his snuggli. He really seemed to like looking around at all the cornstalks and just being outside. He smiled and told us little tiny baby stories all afternoon.
Noah's first hayride was a hit. It wasn't until we actually got out to the pumpkin fields that he decided to pitch a fit. Poor little guy was just so tired from all the fresh air and excitement that he fell asleep as soon as we hit the car and slept soundly until 2:30 in the morning.
What do you think, want to go for the Haunted Maze next year? At dark thirty, the ghosts and goblins come out...