Last weekend, Fall truly hit New York City. The temperature dropped, the air was crisp, I even put on a sweater. But here's the thing, I actually don't like Fall that much...I know I'm a terrible person who understands nothing about life. But Fall to me is like season one of Game of Thrones, I just walk around thinking "winter is coming," and get super bummed out that the wonders of a Brooklyn summer are another year away and all that lays ahead is a frozen tundra of bulky coats and mouth breathing.
Luckily, I have wonderful friends who know how to show this displaced Californian how much fun a New York autumn can be. So last Sunday my main squeeze, Blake, and I tagged along on a good ol' fashioned apple picking trip with our great friends, Andrew and Matthew (and their two amazing and adorable dogs Elliot and Gertie).
We piled in the car, with pups in tow and left the comforts of Brooklyn for the spacious and picturesque landscapes of Warwick, NY.
Once we got past the traffic of the NYC highways we reached our destination, Apple Ridge Orchards and breathed in that sweet country air. Their website says it's "Hudson Valley's most scenic Pick-Your-Own Orchard" and while I haven't done the leg work on this one, it was pretty damn beautiful. See?
After paying up and getting our bags, we set out to find only the finest apples in all the orchard!
While the orchard claimed to have maps and signs denoting where each variety of apple resided, it was still a little confusing for us city dwellers who are used to a grid and numbered streets. But among the bunch, I was the only novice apple picker (no really, I'd never done it before!), luckily I had old pros to show me how to find a good tree and get the prize fruit. The most popular technique was climbing.
Even I got in on some of the tree climbing action.
I felt super brave climbing in my heels, but I was only about 2 feet off the ground.
I picked that baby right off the tree and promptly chomped right in. It was super delicious, but it turns out I'm more of an apple eater than an apple picker! These apples were delicious and I felt like I was in The Capital in The Hunger Games just picking fruit and eating my fill.
While I loved crunching my teeth into some fresh-as-can-be apples, the best part of this trip for me were the animals.
There was my picking partner, Gertie.
Gertie's golden brother, Elliot.
But the most exciting animal of all was... THE BABY COW!!!!!!
I am of the opinion that there is basically nothing cuter in this world than a baby cow and basically lost my mind when I saw this big eyed gem!
Eventually though, I ate about 7 apples and need to take an orchard nap with Elliot.
Much to my stuffed and sleepy dismay, we made our way back through the patch of perfect pumpkins, snapping a pick of the pups on the way.
We packed our apples in the trunk and got ourselves all settled in the car. Gertie, a bit warn out by her big day, promptly curled up and fell asleep in the B man's lap.
Back in BK, the reality that we now had 28 pounds of apples to deal with hit me and I began to dream of all the wonderful apple recipes I'd soon be whipping up. Stay tuned and maybe I'll let you in on my apple-themed treats!