As we left for
Julian on Saturday morning, I wondered if it would ever stop raining....



But, only a few mintues later the sun began to break through the clouds. The sky was beautiful and I knew it was going to be a good day.
As we got further away from the coast, and closer to the mountains, I was reminded that there were mountains here. Something I forget living so close to the coast. But the mountains

here are really different than any I've lived by before. They have these huge boulders sticking out them and almost look like they are from another world. But the change of scenery was good.
As we pulled into the
pumpkin patch, I was excited to see that there were only a couple other cars ther


e. We had the whole thing practically to ourselves. We went over to the petting zoo first - Harrison decided to have one of his

I-wont-go-near-animals-days, so he observed from a distance. Noah was really intrigued by the animals, but lost it when a rooster he was admiring cock-a-doodle dooed near him.
The boys really enjoyed looking at all the pumpkins and farm equipment. The farm had dogs sleeping all over it - I almost stepp

ed on a few. It was just nice to be out in the country - it really reminded me of my childhood in Corvallis.
We loaded back in the car and started to make our way up to Julian. Julian is a quaint little town up in the mountains, famous for it's
pies. We were stopping at an
apple orchard first to do u-pick apples with the boys. Unfortunately, it started to rain again on our way up, but it was only a drizzle when we got out of the car. Luckily we brought our
double jogger, so the boys were snug as a bug inside the rain cover with their jackets and blankets, and by the time we go all checked in and got over to where the apples were, the rain stopped, and Harrison and Noah both

got out and took t

urns picking apples. At $10 for a smaller than 5 pound bag, they weren't bargain apples, but they were yummy. We didn't feel too bad sampling a few as we picked at that price. When we had our fill of picking, we headed out again, and just in time. It started to rain again. Julian was just another 5 minutes up the road - but it was raining pretty good when we got up there. The boys were again bundled up in the stroller, and I guess they've never seen a stroller with a rain cover in Julian before, because everyone we saw stopped and

commented on it. "That's the way to go." or "What a good idea!" I mean EVERYONE. And there were a lot of people there. We had to park a couple blocks off the main street on a dirt road, there were so many people there. It was getting colder by the minute, so we grabbed some lunch at a local deli, and then I went and stood in line for the reason for visiting Julian - Pie.

The line for buying pie was at least 20 people long, but the smell of warm apple pie on a cold day was enough to keep me motivated to wait the 30 minutes. We got two pies to go, and headed home.
As we arrived home, and were walking in the house, I asked Harrison, "What did we do today?" He responded without hesitation, "We bought a pie." Apparently a trip to Julian wasn't much more significant to him than a trip to
Marie Callender's. But for me, the memories of the day will go far beyond the pie.
Mollie