The main thing on the agenda for today was a trip to a cider mill with my mom and a friend of hers. Cider mills are a pretty big deal in Michigan in the fall. I have no idea whether this is so in other states. It seems as if states like Wisconsin and Washington might be big cider states, whereas it seems Indiana isn’t. (Not that I’ve done exhaustive research.) We’re talking regular cider, freshly pressed from apple mash, in case you’re thinking hard cider. The trip to a cider mill is a decidedly family affair.
Our usual choice for the last couple of decades has been Blake’s Cider Mill in Armada. They have two locations, and we usually end up at both of them though the one west of Armada is our favorite. Not only is it a good excuse for cider — and donuts, freshly made too — but it’s a good excuse for a drive in the country.
The problem today, though, was that the temperature and conditions were ideal for August, not October: temps in the upper 70s and bright sunny skies. That meant everyone and I mean everyone was out getting their cider and donuts. The two-lane roads were backed up for a mile at all the four-way stops. It was worse than a Tuesday morning commute on I-696, frankly. I got to exercise some lateral thinking skills on the backroads avoiding most of the back-ups. We couldn’t avoid the crush of people at the mill itself, though we persevered and got our gastronomic treasure. We were definitely done after the one mill, so we headed back home in a very roundabout way visiting the “old neighborhood” in New Haven and Chesterfield Township.
I mentioned a couple of days ago that Flickr was celebrating the tenth day of the tenth month of the year (20)10 by asking people to post photos to document the date. I posted three photos to Flickr from the cider trip along with two indoor self-portraits, which I might write about later this week (or might not; you know how these things go).