The apple cider mill








We drove to Kalamazoo to show Emilie a real midwest activity--pressing cider at an apple cider mill. It turns out Emilie doesn't like apple cider and the activity didn't really interest her at all, but hey, we got some pictures for her scrap book, Birdie got a tick while trying to take the pictures, and I got a gallon of cider I forgot to drink because I left in the outside fridge. A most productive outing I'd say.

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