Apple picking is basically the quintessential fall activity. But until a couple of weekends ago, I was an apple-picking virgin.
Some of my dearest friends and I packed up a pair of cars and headed North to Ellijay, Georgia for some serious picking of the apples. Ignoring the fact that we got a bit lost and took something like 3.5 hours to find our way, we climbed trees, picked a buttload of them apples, and ate a few too! Mmm mmm good.