Saturday we drove an hour east on the 50 to Apple Hill. Luke suggested we go and I’m so glad we did. Apple Hill reminded me so much of Julian, a place back in San Diego were we’d go in the fall to go apple picking, eat apple pie, enjoy the countryside and small shops. We spent the day taking in the views, eating treats, orchard hopping, wandering thru bale mazes and petting farm animals. The mugginess and heat couldn’t steal our fun. It really couldn’t have been a better day.