I felt like I was in the "way back machine" this past weekend at the Stonewall 
Pumpkin Festival in Rochester Hills with Jennifer, her son Calder and his friend Andrew. We got to pick out a pumpkin out of a pumpkin patch (well, it was more or less a bunch of pumpkins spread out on a lawn), take a hay ride to the carving area, carve our pumpkins, play pumpkin bowling, walk on stilts (that is Calder trying to push me over), and watch the oh so exiting gourd race where they dump a bin of them in a nearby creek with numbers on them and whomever's gourd floats down creek first wins. Kudos to the people putting on the festival. It was very kid friendly. Of course, there is always one bad apple in the batch. While we were leaving the pumpkin carving area, we witnessed a bitter lady putting up a stink because she couldn't find a carving tool and wanted her money back unless someone got her one. It was a beautiful day and it's too bad that lady just couldn't enjoy the moment.
Pumpkin Festival in Rochester Hills with Jennifer, her son Calder and his friend Andrew. We got to pick out a pumpkin out of a pumpkin patch (well, it was more or less a bunch of pumpkins spread out on a lawn), take a hay ride to the carving area, carve our pumpkins, play pumpkin bowling, walk on stilts (that is Calder trying to push me over), and watch the oh so exiting gourd race where they dump a bin of them in a nearby creek with numbers on them and whomever's gourd floats down creek first wins. Kudos to the people putting on the festival. It was very kid friendly. Of course, there is always one bad apple in the batch. While we were leaving the pumpkin carving area, we witnessed a bitter lady putting up a stink because she couldn't find a carving tool and wanted her money back unless someone got her one. It was a beautiful day and it's too bad that lady just couldn't enjoy the moment.Trail Head
