Fletcher Farm in Easthampton, of course! We took one of Fletcher's friends from school.
They had some nice pumpkins...
...and we made some new friends.
One of us even kissed a cow.
We selected our pumpkins and made for home.
I'm taking suggestions for what to carve in them.
A note... don't worry about making the hay ride. There wasn't much to it. We circled one empty field, crossed the road and circled another. Unless you happen to catch a college cheerleading team , Playboy playmates, or a group of librarian fetishists having a weekend outing in Western Massachusetts, it's going to be a boring, dusty ride.