A trip to the mountains. Or hills that they think are mountains.

When we lived in South Carolina the first time we went to North Carolina each fall to pick apples.  We decided to make it a full on tradition and go again this year. Cause it's fall y'all, 90° and all. 

First up, hubba hubba bbq. Delishious. Outside eating only, with buckets of chalk on the table for kids to draw on the ground. Perfect.  My main interest in the trip, other than fresh cider. 

Picking apples for 10 minutes. We did get a bushel, but it was hot and right in the sun. I'm just going to say, picking apples true fall weather is much more enjoyable. Byu-Idaho is completely underated. 

The hot doughnuts and cold cider went over much better. 

The best part of the trip ended up being Jordan's pick to stop at the last covered bridge in the state. It was a quick and easy hike, bo likes anything the echoes, and we waded in the creek to cool off. Practically pioneers. 

Jordan recently told the kids there was a hungry alligator in the pond at the park in hopes of keeping them out. Effective parenting.  Madilyn asked no less than 29 times if there was an alligator.