Our usual trip to Rock Creek pumpkin patch was interrupted this year because of coronavirus. We didn't want to miss out on a family tradition so we went exploring and found Miller Farms. It was a very unique trip. The sky was covered with smoke and haze from the fires, which gave everything an eerie orange glow. As we explored the property, the weird lighting just helped contribute to the feeling that we were in another world. Upon entering the farm we found the whole lot full of sand piles, riding toys, wagons, large bizarre sculptures, rickety teeter-totters, broken power wheels, as well as rusted trucks, cars, airplanes, and even a helicopter. We had no idea what we were doing there.
We wandered around and found a race track of sorts. The pedals didn't work on the carts, there were no seats, and only some of the steering columns worked, but we took turns racing around the track anyway.
The kids climbed into some of the power wheel vehicles and raced down a hill. Unluckily for Cambrie, her car didn't steer at all and she had to bail before crashing into another car at the bottom of the hill.
We also climbed on everything, because it looked like there were absolutely no rules to this place. Don't mind the broken windows and rusty nails, it's fine!
After we were done exploring, we made our way to the front of the property where there were boxes of pumpkins and gourds to buy. Their policy is that for $40 you can have whatever you can fit in your little red wagon. The kids loved that idea! They kept grabbing pumpkins and gourds and balancing them precariously on top of each other. I may have contributed to the chaos and loaded the wagon with onions and edible squash. We couldn't move the wagon without stuff tumbling off, but that didn't seem to matter!
Back at home the kids used all of the new pumpkins to decorate the porch. It looked lovely. Fast forward three days and as I was working in the office, I glanced out the window and watched a squirrel with a gourd in his mouth running along our fence! Ten minutes later, he was back again. Those rotten squirrels were stealing our gourds! The kids dashed outside to save what was left. We came home with 47 pumpkins. The squirrels took ten of them before we realized what was going on. The pumpkins that were too big to carry, they started nibbling on right there on the porch. So right now all of the pumpkins are in the house for safe keeping. It just seems like a very odd way to finish off an odd pumpkin patch adventure.
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