...and loved eating them!
Georgia wanted to eat the apples but you need some teeth to chew it up - SORRY! She did really like looking at all the trees and bright red apples.
The wagon got pretty full but Keenan was a tough guy and was able to pull it all the way back to the car. He loved running around on the paths through the trees.
Our goal for this fall was to get a new exterior door before winter because the one we had was really bad the little latch would get all frosty inside on really cold days. Neil and his Dad took out the old door frame and installed the new one. Once the door was hung I started painting...I was pretty nervious about the color but went for it anyway and hoped for the best. While I was painting Neil and his Dad moved onto the tree project to get rid of some low hanging limbs on our tree out front. 
Neil started to climb the tree and cut down some branches, before I knew it the yard was filled with branches, it took 2 trailer loads and a pick up load to haul everything away. By this point it was dark and time for supper. We ate and put the kids down then Neil took off to Steinhafels to get a table we had picked out a couple day prior. It was in the clearance area so no returns, while he was loading it up one of the legs literally fell off. Fortunately the manager returned it, the bad part we still didn't have a table. That night we spent some time on Craigslist and after a little searching found what ended up to be a really nice table and chair set.
by and I didn't know if any 12 hour solo guys got by me. I went on the attack - yes I said attack after all we were 35 minutes into a 12 hour race. As I was picking off what ended up being all 3 hour racers, my battery bounced out of the holder and fell off the bike. Because I was in such a rush to get going at the beginning of the race I didn't have a chance to put on my back up light, so now I was stuck in the middle of the woods in the dark. I felt around for a bit and somehow found the battery. I stuck it in the holder again and took off. About 1/2 lap later the same thing happened, again I was able to find it but this time put it in my jersey pocket. By the end of the lap I had gotten around Ron again. I made a quick stop for my back up light and for some food and then took off. Lap 3 I lost touch with the rest of the field and was out on my own, the next time I would see anyone was when I started to lap them. At 11pm the trails got a little quieter as the 3 hour racers finished, then at 2am they got really quite when all the 6 hour guys pulled off. Between 2-4am I was hurting bad, I had lapped everyone but the second place guy and although I was putting about 5-8 minutes on him every lap I was not feeling good at all. I kept just spinning and kept trying to find something that would taste good and get me out of the bonk I was dealing with. Finally at about 4am I came up on the second place rider and put him a lap down - Mission Accomplished! That was all it took to get me out of my funk and I started feeling better, now I just had to keep things smooth, not get a flat or crash and I figured I could pull off the win. Once the sun came up things got a lot easier, the laps started getting faster again and I was again having fun riding my bike. At 7am the second place guy didn't have enough time to make up the 2 laps he needed to get ahead of me so we both called it quits.
Climbing the fence.
He loved driving the Tractor.
Family Portrait.
