Transport, Pumpkin Style

First, you have to appreciate that Callie's mom is a competitor. She's going to win, and the best thing to do is join her team, because then you'll be a winner, too. So imagine her chagrin when the crowds at Evans Orchard made off with all the super-cute, red-walled wagons. We had to make do with a wheelbarrow!

Of course, Callie was unfazed. She totally wanted in that thing, and she happily rode down the hill in it, while her mom and I winced at the squeaking noise it's front wheel made. But then...off to the left! What's that!? There, abandoned by someone else, was just the thing we sought. Callie's mom pounced on that puppy (see above, leaving our wheelbarrow as an offering to the parking gods).
Yay! Success. No - Victory. Callie transferred her affections and off we went. But Iain, tucked into the BOB, decided that if Callie was going to ride in a wagon, he should, too.

At first, he wasn't really sure if he liked sharing his Callie with 40 lbs of pumpkin, but she assured him that she had a firm grip on the stems. So they rode together up the hill with Callie's jack-o-lanterns in the cart (and they are fine specimens, aren't they? My boy has good taste in girls with good taste.)

Check out Mr. Cool. "Hey, Callie. I like your ride."

Next: they visit the Patch of Really Big Pumpkins