The Ghost of Snapped Shot

Or, welcome to my low-maintenance heck.

Pick the Pumpkins, but please: Skip the Strep

Sure, you could drive up the street to your neighborhood nursery to pick a pumpkin, but what's the fun in that?

In our annual tradition, we zoomed out Interstate 66 to beautiful Delaplane, Virginia again, intent on getting some gourds for the yearly haunt. And while the weather didn't quite hold up as well as it did last year, we all appreciated the couple of degrees warmer that it was this time around.

But enough about the weather. Let's talk pumpkins!

Picking pumpkins straight from the field, as I was trying to explain in my roundabout way, is one of the most relaxing experiences one can have. Not that I actually did much pumpkin-picking myself—I'm the kind of guy that enjoys sitting back and watching everyone else do it. Not that I'm lacking a good excuse—somebody has to take the pictures, I always say.

When we first got there, the sky was as cloudy as could be. And being not the greatest photographer in the world, this wreaked havoc on my exposure selection. Despite that, and in my protest against the cloudy skies, I still managed to get some nice detail shots—some farm implements, busy bees, scraggly trees, friendly beasts, hay piles, and corn stuffs. By the end of the day, I even managed to capture a touch of scenery, thanks to a belated sunny sky.

All in all, it turned out to be quite a successful day for this professional amateur.

After the picked pumpkins had been packed, we headed back down the Interstate, eagerly trying to scout out a decent bite to eat. (Having spotted a Foster's Grille sign on the way, we hopped down Route 17 to Warrenton, a nifty little town that was nowhere near as little as I remember it being in '91.

A burger, some Amber Bock, and a sunset all led to such a pleasant end to an exciting punkin' pickin' play day. And, while I managed to successfully escape the clutches of that dastardly Captain Excess the next morning, it does seem that I picked up a different friend over the weekend.

Scratchy throat, gunky feeling, achy ears.

Oh noes! Sickly Sam (Strep) is here!

Hopefully you won't catch it through the wires from this haphazard, lackadaisical post.


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