After being in WI for ten days and feeling Fall weather I really wanted to do something "fallish." In WI I would take Max to a pumpkin patch to pick out a pumpkin, have cider and apple crisp, so I figured why not do that here in AZ? Well, after some Google searching I found that if I wanted the Midwest Fall experience we would have to drive 2.5 hours up north and after just sitting in a car forever that really did not sound like a good idea. Instead I found a few local "pumpkin patch" joints that we could go to. I say pumpkin patch very loosely because they really are not pumpkin patches. These places have the pumpkins trucked in from up north and place them in the scorching hot desert for you to choose from. They also provide many activities for children to participate in. The activities wouldn't be so bad if Max was old enough and I wasn't already sweating from having Max strapped to me via the Bjorn. They also do not serve the tasty Fall treats at these joints. Instead it was BBQ and shaved ice. I don't know about you, but that doesn't scream Fall to me.
Anyway, I got Max all dressed for the occasion in his Halloween onesie.
We arrived at the ranch and paid our entrance fee, which I don't recall ever having to do that in WI. We then made our way to the make shift train that was going to take us further out to the desert where the make-shift pumpkin patch was. This was where hay bails were set up with pumpkins displayed for you to choose what you wanted.
The mountain views were pretty though.
We selected a small pumpkin for Max and also a larger pumpkin. Andy was very thrilled to pose with our pumpkins. Check out the make-shift train behind him.
Max did very well throughout the pumpkin patch experience as he slept the whole time. That's ok because I still got a picture of us, but I had to take him out of the Bjorn for this.
Even though this was not exactly what I wanted for a Fall pumpkin experience I still enjoyed the day with my family. When Max is older I think we will do the drive up north for the real Fall experience.
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