huge bag of apples that he could hardly lift, but he refused to let anyone help him with. Meanwhile Istra, twice the age, had a bag not even half as full, as was complaining that it was getting too heavy and begging for help.
My mom, whose car we put many kilometers on in quest of these apples, executed a surprising back flop onto the ground attempting to get a picture of Emeth coming through a tree row. Be warned, all adventurous photographers inclined to such stunts: once down, you are vulnerable, and may be swarmed by your subjects. It may in fact have been all a clever set up by the 2 year old: jump on Gramma! Always have your escape route planned in advance, or this could happen to you.
It was a fun time and an interesting place, though it was further and took longer than expected. And now I'm helplessly addicted to novamac apples. (They taste almost exactly like sweet-tart candies! But better!)