This time of year, all peoples of the Greater Sacramento area make a pilgrimage to Apple Hill in the foothills of the Sierra Nevada. It’s a place where nearly everyone I grew up with in Sac has forged some special family memories. Apple picking, apple cider, apple pie (no shortage of apple associated things as you can imagine), also beautiful rustic hills, train rides and pony rides for kids, animals, craft booths, face painting, and a general lead-up to holiday cheer. It’s a place I hold in my heart fondly.
This is also the time of the year where NorCal transplants living in Southern California get rather heartsick for the annual tradition. Luckily, thanks to my friend Janet, I discovered a rather suitable substitute about an hour and half outside of Los Angeles. It’s called Oak Glen and it’s a charming scenic loop of orchards and farms that sit at the feet of the San Bernardino Mountains. The San Bernardinos surely aren’t the beautifully dense and rustic Sierra Nevadas, but they’ll do. Oak Glen and Apple Hill, as far as charm and attractions go are forged from the same mold. The two locales are so similar in fact that I can’t help but think that in either Oak Glen or Apple Hill, one must have been based on the other. Not sure if that’s true, but I do know that I’m thankful Oak Glen exists. This autumn-deprived lover of all things fall is grateful.
Whah-whaaahh. Sad fact for an apple-picking outing. We had fun nonetheless. Luckily there were still plenty to be eaten. Oh the apple pie! Yum. Oak Glen, I’m thankful.
And Brad already made a video of the day’s adventures. Enjoy!