The Farm on the Mountain

Travel entry from other blog.

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I'm extremely late in posting about this and I can't find the information I'm looking for, so I have to reference my last post about the restaurant. The mountain where this farm is nearby that restaurant, and a long journey upwards. While we were at the restaurant, I told my husband about how it was a dream of mine to travel up a mountain (though I've done this before so I'm not sure why I'm still dreaming, wake up now). Now we were told that we were going to go to a cherry/honey farm before we even left for the trip, but I had no idea it was going to be so far up a mountain. So in a way, my dream to travel up a mountain was again fulfilled that day (specifically, I mean by foot, true roughing it!).

So as we're driving up this mountain, it's not too bad. The roads are dirt, but fairly wide and long enough that we're not making turn after turn after turn. Well, after a few minutes, it did started doing just that. I wasn't terribly scared of falling over because there were trees (even if they were small) on the side, separating us from the doom of falling, and because we weren't really moving all that quickly.

One of the wider roads.

Finally, we arrive at the cherry farm. It's quaint, has plenty of trees (among other produce), and is run by a family. They are very kind and accommodating, allowing us to pick cherries from the trees to eat there.

 

Immediately, I thought of George Washington.

 

Peek-a-boo!

 

Cheesy cherry smile?

 

Other part of the farm with awesome mountain view.

 On the other side of the cherry trees, opposite the vegetables, there are beehives in boxes. Not put into the boxes, but built inside them. In the United States, I've only ever seen willing bee handlers handle the bees by putting on a white puffy suit with a mask set far from the face. Not here! One member of the family comes over, opens one of the boxes and pulls out a sheet of honeycomb. He blows some of the bees off and begins cutting a slice of the honeycomb. As he cuts it and hands it to people, he's plucking off leftover bees and it's really pretty amusing.
 

Boxes of bees and honey!

The bee whisperer.

 

He's basically a human honey badger.

The honey was delicious of course. It was a hot day and I imagine that the heat had something to do with how runny the honey was, but that made it more tasty really. Sadly, no pictures of anyone partaking. I apparently wanted to save some for later because I got some in my hair also. No worries, it washed out just fine.

After our little farm visiting adventure, we headed back down the mountain. The view was just as spectacular going down the mountain as it was going up. We were actually on the other side of the mountain and got to see a sliver of ice still there, higher up and stuck between crevices of the mountainside.

 

If you look right in the middle and shift your view right a bit, you can see the white of the ice.

 We reached the bottom of the mountain safely and I captured a crooked photo of the town we went into when we left the mountain.

It almost looks like we're going up, but really we were headed down.

 Again, a very fun trip! I think I've heard that September/October is the time for honey harvesting so we're looking forward to that!