So one morning last week, we piled into the car, drove for a good hour, stopped to use the potty seven times, threw three bags of snacks and an equal number of juice boxes over my shoulder to the back of the van, parked at the farm and had lunch (it was 10am but you know my motto, "never leave home without a stocked cooler - or at the very least, a sandwich." Yeah, it's a long motto, but one that serves all mommies well.)
After lunch, we picked strawberries for twenty minutes. Then we looked around and realized, hmmm, there is nothing else to do here besides pick strawberries. No hayrides, no corn mazes, no other fruit waiting to be picked. Nothing. I guess it was really early in the season for these pick-your-own farms. My first clue should have been when the woman at the farm actually looked surprised when I said we were here to pick strawberries. Whatever, we had fun, took awesome pictures and paid for our many many strawberries.
And then we were faced with a long drive home. I just couldn't do it yet. So we GPSed our way to the local Walmart and as luck would have it, it was only half a mile away. See? Even in farm country, you're never too far from civilization.