This past weekend we rented a car and headed upstate craving some fun fall activities. We’ve gone apple picking the past few years, and it’s always such a fun activity to kick off fall. As we mentioned earlier this week, our Mom was in town last weekend, so Shelby, Allix, and I took the opportunity to take her to one of our favorite spots- Masker’s Orchards. This orchard is over 200 acres and offers 14 varieties of apples. Admission is free, parking is free, and best of all you can eat all the apples you want while you are picking for free! You receive plastic bags upon arrival to fill up, conveniently printed with a map of the orchard on them. The bags are approximately the size of a half bushel (20-22 lbs) and are $26.95 per bag. You’re charged per bag though, not per weight, so fill up that bag as full as you can! We love Masker’s because you can basically drive directly up to an apple tree, pick all the apples you want, then get back in your car and drive to another tree. I will say this method leads to you picking a lot more apples than you may think, since they are basically going straight to the trunk of your car and your not carrying around heavy baskets.
It turned out to be such a pretty day! The orchard is so big that even though there were a lot of people there, at times it seemed like we had it all to ourselves. It’s a great place for families, and would be so fun to take a picnic and just hang out under the trees.
The lengths you go to in order to reach the good apples 🙂
After all your hard work picking apples, be sure to stop by the family fun area for a slice of well earned apple pie and a stroll through the country store where you’ll want to pick up some apple cider donuts and jugs of apple cider, which I’ve happily had for breakfast every day this week.
And of course, we have more apples than we know what to do with. We’d love your input! Please share your favorite apple recipe below in the comments or share a link with us on Facebook.
-Ashley xx
So fun! Fall is the best!
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Agreed! Fall is simply the best season
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