The year that Jason and I started dating, I dragged him up to a "real" pumpkin patch in Nicasio. It was his first introduction to the West Marin area, as after the pumpkin patch we drove out to Pt. Reyes and had a picnic in the stiff breeze of Drake's Bay.
We visited the pumpkin patch again on Friday, as we were returning from a few days in the Pt. Reyes area, and this time took Jason's mom and stepdad to see the patch as well. Our car was filled to the gills, as we had luggage for four people (and games, and lenses, and books) for several days, so they all thought I was crazy for wanting to add a pumpkin to the mix. But I persisted (and whined).
The Nicasio Valley Farms Pumpkin Patch is the real deal complete with tractor rides, pumpkins spread around a field, and a hay bale maze. I grew up in Southern California where pumpkin patches spring up on street corners right next to gas stations. Pumpkin patches there are fun, but they don't compare to driving out to the country to choose a pumpkin.
Having chosen my (large) pumpkin, we headed home. Here's a picture of my pumpkin in the patch:
And here's a great sign that they have at the patch:
Photo credit: flourphoto
