Our last day, Gma Debi took the kids for a ride on Gpa Wessel's lawnmower!
Porter & Myanna got to steer...
Debany got to steer AND push the gas pedal.
(Brave Grandma Debi!)
What a NICE looking lawn!
My Mom and I went to lunch at Las Palmas (my fave mexican restaurant in Visalia)
Best burrito/tamale plate with the Best beans and rice
and Best salad dressing!
(Yeah, I'm kicking myself because I left my 'doggie bag' in the fridge back in Visalia) --- :(
I was really looking forward to finishing it!
We also stopped at Kevin's Fruit Stand.
There are so many fruit stands all over the valley!
The hardest part is which one to pick from.
Here is the stand of the young little man running his family's fruit stand.
GGma and GGpa live out in the middle of the orange trees!
Here is a fan/windmill out in one of the fields.
It's used to keep the frost off the oranges when it gets cold enough to frost.
(I remember listening to those fans going in the early mornings growing up.)
AND... NO trip to GGpa and GGma's house would be complete without going for a walk to the railroad tracks!
We saw a jack rabbit scamper across our path!
Look! Tracks!
(What do you think made those?!)
Gotta feed the horses!
Grandma Debi sharing more of her favorite pastimes as a kid!
(Lots of Family History on this trip...)
Porter is showing the railroad bolt he found...
Myanna's sporting her fresh fruit stand peach she's been gnawing on along the way...
And Debany is striking her pose...
Hey! Do those trees look funny to you???
(They have machines that come and trim the trees to keep the paths between the rows.
What's really funny is when they chop off the tops...
We always said they got a crew top cut!)
Here, they ripped out the old trees to burn and start again...
On our way back, we met up with some visitors!
GGma and GGpa Wessel!
And Cousin Chris!
The next morning...
time to say good-bye...
The hardest part is saying 'Good Bye.'
Personally, I'm TERRIBLE at good-byes.
So I always say, "Until next time."
... but honestly, it DOES leave something to be desired.
It's just so hard to find the best words to say in bittersweet moments like this.
So, on the road we go...
Back the way we came.
Saratoga Springs, UTAH...
HERE WE COME!