Is this Heaven??

Fall in Iowa means apples. Dubuque, where I grew up is a place I vehemently visit every fall to help my Father pick apples in the orchard where I grew up. This year saw the best apple crop that my Dad has ever seen. It was nothing short of spectacular!! The picking was in full swing when I arrived and during the week I was there, we picked hundreds of bushel that not only ended up at Farmers Market, in grocery stores, but also in cider, most notably for a large Amish contingency in Wisconsin. This close to the earth lifestyle that I grew up in is so far from the high adventure, mountainous lifestyle I experience in Alaska. As a result, I savor every moment.