Here we are, the Apple Holler Orchard. Only complaint would be the port-a-potty plunked in the middle of the action, plus the terrible food that was served at the restaurant. But you have to applaud the pun.
This is Atticus's second approach to the goat pen. The first one - not captured on film - ended in tears. Note the body position this time, angled for a quick getaway.
Yep. That was as close as he got. With a pivot and sprint that recalled Ian Rush in front of goal during Liverpool's glory years, Atticus fled, deciding wisely that discretion is the better part of valour.
Atticus has just started to get more stable on his feet and has started to test them too. He spent about ten minutes going up and down this bridge.
The Choo-Choo train was Atticus's favorite feature of the orchard, even after busting his lip when he fell while trying to jump on a seat.
Pure joy. This is what it's all about.
Hay mountain.
It took me until after we got home and looked at the photos to figure out that we were victims of the infamous Wisconsin vulgarity.
On the climbing wall. Admittedly he didn't get too high, but then I don't think it was sized for felllas who top out at 30 inches.
Apparently the tyre was in the wrong place and needed to be moved.
It was a beautiful day back in the suburbs also. My new wide-angle lens (early birthday present) in action.
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