This my friends is determination! Sadly however, the picture is staged and we didn't even keep the apple he grabbed.So the question is, why are we picking apples? Don't worry it was not some sort of service project, I would have never agreed to that. It is still a little too hot for me and after this past summer I have realized that manual labor is not for me.
The reason that we found ourselves in this apple orchard is because Sterling wanted to make an apple pie and I wanted to eat one. Actually Sterling heard about it twice at school and I heard about it at church thus we figured it must be a place to visit. So last week Saturday right before our weekly grocery shopping trip we went to the orchard to get some apples.
So this is how it works. You grab a bucket, look at the map of what type of apple you want and then you start walking. Easy enough, or so you would think. Now come the complications.
When it comes to types of apples I like, there is one and it is Gala. Sterling on the other hand likes certain varieties more than others but is at least willing to try others. As you can see then, our picking agendas were different. I was "only" interested in going to the rows of Gala apples while Sterling was open to roaming the orchard looking for any apple that looked edible. It is not that easy though, apples have certain periods of time when they are ripe for the pickin'. For apple novices like ourselves how were we supposed to know?
Well the apple experts were thinking ahead and labeled each of the rows with the name of the apple and when that type of apple is ripe. So think of how I felt when we read the first sign which said that Gala apples are best in the beginning of September. Did the word devastated come to mind because it should have. I didn't want to act like a two year old and throw a fit but that is exactly what was going on inside my head. The fact that I don't really like apples to begin with caused me to be a little more upset when the only kind I do like was out of season. Don't worry though, the fact that I was devastated was unnoticed by Sterling and he simply proceeded to the next type of apple that was ripe.
We walked around gathering apples (now I say gathering because we didn't actually pick a single apple from a tree, all of our apples were gathered from the ground) for about 45 minutes before we were satisfied with our pickings. Out of the 15 apples that we bought I believe that only one of them was a Gala which is fine because even though I can't remember what type of apples we ended up picking I do remember that Sterling made a dang good apple pie.
While we were in town Sterling became both a Cornhuskers fan and a gangster as you will see in the following pictures. 



couldn't put her hand over the lens but as soon as she learned that, there was no turning back. The best picture in her portfolio at this time happens to be this picture of me and the rabbit. Many of the other pictures, though artistic in nature, did not compare. 




So how do you say the name of the park, don't worry we were wondering the same thing. The name of the park is pronounced ma-

