On Sunday, we drove to Taylors falls, about an hour Northeast of the city. The colorfully dying leaves and amazingly warm temperature made for a perfect day trip.
There's not really any falls anymore, apparently.
There was a giant spinning root beer mug and a town library of roughly the same size.
We took a paddle steamer, Mark Twain style, down the St Croix a little ways, and then back.
We stopped at an apple orchard that had tasty apples, and very friendly goats.
We found this 15 acre lot that was full of pumpkins and a trailer parked out front that was letting you pick them. I'm still not convinced it was their pumpkins to sell. But we pulled a metal wagon into the lot and picked up some pumpkins for our house and Identity Tattoo.
At home we cooked up dinner and Meryl made two apple crisps from the days' spoils.
