Went down to PA to see Boyfriend.
First thing's first. Why does NJ smell so bad?
Despite the pleasant picture featuring plenty of water and the statue of liberty oddly enough, I can't help but be reminded of the god awful smell as I drove along the NJ turnpike just after the George Washington Bridge.
Why was there such a pungent smell on a crazy hot day in summer?
Seeing as my air conditioning doesn't work in my car I was miserably hot the entire 103*F way to PA.
Got lost in the Bronx since my phone wouldn't charge because of the oppressive heat.
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I was scared out of my mind because not only was my phone dying, I had not printed out directions in case that were to happen and my car was running low on gas. Go me.
But once I arrived I was happy as a june bug (regardless of my dislike of bugs) to see Boyfriend. Hugs and lovin' aside I felt like I had turned into a salt lick because the drive was 7 hrs long with an hour break at the NJ turnpike service station.
Met quite the colorful fellow there who proceeded to engage me in conversation I didn't quite want but appreciated because of the fear I had just experienced about being completely lost in NY.
Anyway, on the next day bright and early, Boyfriend took me down to Linville Orchards.
At the entrance stood the remnants of a barn that apparently once held the store and possibly a restaurant until a fire broke out.
The foundations were still there and it was surprisingly tranquil. There was a well in the center.
But it had a fence over the opening. It looked pretty old and kinda cool.
Further along the road we hit up the store and contemplated the scary big carrots and other awesome produce.
I think there was a field trip with a lot of little ones running around. The section ahead also looked like an educational garden of sorts.
Despite the pleased Boyfriend's face the hay ride was not as fun as I once remember it to be.
The truck was beyond adorable in the farming rustic sense. However I made the poor choice of wearing a dress...
Woah woah woah... What the heck? When I googled hay ride clipart it gave me this...
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Yea. Alright.
Hay is pointy and mean to anyone not wearing pants. In fact, I'm sure if people wore pants hay would just be a terrible thing to sit on.
I can't believe people made beds out of the stuff. Sure those were different times but dang that must be unpleasant.
But now look at us in modern day society rockin' along on a bumpy road to go peach pickin'.
Random club pool as we bumped along. It looked awfully refreshing... It didn't really matter because I was having a lot of fun despite the prickly hay.
We could even go fishing if we had paid/planned for it.
The nets indicate blueberry bushes that must be kept from the others to prevent bluezombification. Duuuuh.
Or maybe birds. That might be it.
Get your GRR face on for some BLUEBERRY PICKIN'! This is SRS BIDNEZ.
We actually weren't planning on blueberry picking because I guess I was craving peaches. Wow how wrong we were to assume peaches were the thing to get.
Like a boss. Or two.
So peaches aren't actually in season until August. Huh... Really? Because it's June and I want peaches to pick!
Their tasty color is quite misleading. Almost all of them were rock hard. So lesson learned about produce.
Peaches out of season are probably good projectiles.
