What are those pictures about? Every year we go to a favorite pumpkin patch, which we did Wednesday.
I haven't griped this much since I was a kid! We did the corn maze which was fun for the kids. It was incredibly muddy, and that is nothing to be shocked at. This is Oregon.
Then the fun part that I look forward to--hop on the hayride and take a ride about a half a mile down the road to the pumpkin patch. Let the kids pick a pumpkin, catch the hayride back, and head home. Nice right?
So they plop out in the field and let us know they will be back in about 15 minutes to get us. Great. I step off the wagon and almost slide to my hiney in the mud. Again, we're in Oregon, shoulda worn boots.
Then we start hiking around the pumpkin patch. It quickly becomes apparent--the Great Pumpkin is not visiting this patch. You have a choice between three kinds of pumpkins. 1) Fifty pounders. No thanks. 2) Moldy ones. 3) Smashed ones. You can see by the shot with JM and his arms up....the vines are mashed and the pumpkins are laying in wet dirt. No leafy vines. This place is a graveyard of pumpkins.
I am inside my head thinking--why did they offer the hayrides today? We have walked all over this field and there is nothing. I am irritated at my favorite farm. This is a total bust.
It gets better. We stand by the side of the dirt road waiting for the hayride to come back. I can see it in the distance by the barn. It is about a half a mile down a muddy dirt road. Suddenly the heavens open up, and it starts pouring. Fifteen minutes is up folks--start the tractor and rescue us! It didn't budge.
I ask JM, can we do this? Can he hoof it for me, while I carry BH down this muddy/slippery road. It is a miracle we didn't fall down in the mud. It is pouring rain like crazy at this point and quite blustery. We start going. In about 20 minutes, we make it back to the barn, through the parking lot to our vehicle. The tractor still hasn't moved. We weren't the only ones on that ride. It was full of about 30 moms and kids. They are all back at the pumpkin patch soaked and wet. At least I had a six year old with a constitution to walk--they all have babies who can't walk. I honestly do not understand why the farm owners aren't thinking about this.
I have the kids disrobe as much as is modestly possible without ruining the interior of the car. We are all muddy from our knees down, and up our backs. As we walk the mud from our heels spatters up, so we are spritzed up and down our backs. We have a car blanket and we bundle up. I am soaked.
The best part of the day? JM had the best attitude--better than mine in many respects. I was irritated. Don't send people out to a pumpkin patch with no usable pumpkins! The negative publicity isn't worth it! Another great part--the toasty warm food we bought at McDonald's. It took me several hours and several cups of coffee to finally feel warm again.
3 comments:
What a bummer! Sorry this was such a disappointment. Yeah for JM having such a great attitude, and being willing to walk the half mile in the rain and mud. At least the kids have a good story to tell from it.
I agree with you, that was really a bad deal with that farm. I really think you should call or write to complain. And also speak with your feet by taking your business elsewhere next year.
Thank you! Great minds think alike. I did email them, and referenced my blog if they want to see photo proof, honestly I am not exaggerating--there were NO pumpkins that were suitable for purchase. We were left out in that field for a long time during a downpour without anyone thinking, "We just took a ride out there, we'd better go get them." I checked my sitemeter, and sure enough, someone from their server looked at it today. I haven't heard from them at all. I agree with you about my feet, I'll get them muddy somewhere else next year. There are so many great pumpkin patches near me, it will be easier to find another.
How was your trip home this week?
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