
Gizdich Ranch is just as fun as I remembered it. The apples are just as sweet and just as easy to reach.

This time they also had strawberries available for picking. It's pretty late in the year for strawberries, but the ones we picked were plump and juicy.

Even Alfie admitted that it was quite a pleasant way to spend the day (note typical British reserved statement of approval). We spent a good three hours at the ranch (including apple picking, lunch, a romp in the playground and poking around in the general store) and managed to squeeze in a stop at the Gilroy outlets before heading home. But the most memorable moment had nothing to do with apples:
Pea: When I grow up, I'm going to become a scientist and figure out where babies come from.
Alfie: Yes. Come on, eat your lunch.
Don't you just love family outings?
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