My wife came up this great idea to take our son to an apple orchard.
Naturally I thought of the place to go.
A place where I and about thirty people used to ride our horse's to
.When I was 16 I had a horse named Conchella(I don't know what it means.
The people I bought the horse from were kinda strange.
They liked to party,so they threw some letters in a hat and got drunk.
Later that night they pulled the letters out of the hat.
They put them together and that was the name they came up with for the horse

Anyway every fall a bunch of people would ride their horses to Deihls Apple Orchid in Milford.
They had everthing you could want at an orchid.
Pumpkin pie,honey,fall decorations along with carmelapples,blueberries and all sorts of good stuff.

Now like I said this is the place I thought to go.
There are places alot closer to home but I wanted to share some fond memories with my wife and make some new ones.
       Well memories we have all right,not very fond but memories just the same.

We left about 9:00 am and I always know a short cut.
No matter where we are going I always know a shortcut.
Burn the map and throw away the compass Jim knows a shortcut.Well a half hour trip took us almost two hours.
(Any body out there need directions. I know a shortcut)
So we pull up to the orchid and the first to hit me was the stench road apples(Horse manure to you city folk)
The second thing to hit me was the ground.
Upon stepping out of the van I proceded to step into the pile that was causing the stench.
Fell right onto my kiester(Rearend to you city folk)
Luckily the ground that I abruptly met was clean.
   

After looking around to see if anything had changed in 17 years
.We set out to find the hay ride.
Now a hay ride is supposed to bring back happy childhood memories.
Not a middle aged man's hay fever.
Well at least there was plenty enough hay for my sore rearend(Thats kiester to you country folks)
   

Well in 17 years the place had not changed all that much.
Including the bathroom door that sticks.
You would think that after a couple dozens times of locking yourself in a bathroom that you would finally learn.
Well you might ,but evidently I have'nt.
Nor the embarrassment that goes along with it.
   

Now the juice is just as good as I remember and the sweet smells of carmel made me feel like I was six years old and at the county fair.
      I bought some honey and a pumpkin.The only problem is,don't pick up a ten pound pumpkin when you still have honey on your fingers.
Because sure enough trying to grasp a pumpkin with slippery fingers is like trying to stop a car on ice.
It can not be done.
My foot found out the hard the way.
I do believe the swelling has gone a little.
    

Well at least my son had fun.
He laughed so hard when I fell,I thought the little guy would come undone.
All he could say was"Daddy fall down like clown"
It is so nice to be able to make your children laugh.(Painfull too)
   

My wife had to drive home as I laid down in the backseat.
Trying to comfort my foot and hiney(Thats rearend to all you folk)
       Oddly enough with my wife driving.
We made it home in about a half hour.
Go figure.