We headed out to Gizdich Ranch for an apple picking good time. Evan and I had a great time with his pre-school class. Lilly and Bob gave us a warm welcome. They sang and played the guitar for the kids. One little boy went up to Bob and asked if he was German (noted for his short stocky features with blue eyes). We had a good laugh because kids aren't afraid to tell you what's on their mind. We had a nice picnic with a play area of hay tunnels, mazes and farm equiptment. Each child picked a bucket of apples (twisting not pulling). They were able to see where the apples were washed, rode the convayer belt, placed in the hammer (for chopping), down to the press placed on "pillows" to squeeze the juice, through the ultraviolet lights to kill the bacteria and bottled. Bob asked the group what they thought the most important step was (correct answer: ultraviolet step) and a child said the most important was the bottle so he could drink the juice. We couldn't leave there with out getting a few pies. I have to tell you that the Olallieberry pie was out of this world. (Olallieberry is a cross between black, logan and young berry from Oregon) Amazing and I think I'll make another trip soon.
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