There’s taupe carpet on the floor and on the dashboard! A mattress folds out of the back seat! There’s another fold out mattress up top! THERE’S A SINK!
And the best part… we named it Cashew!
Oh we love baby cashew. We like to pat him and drink coffee in him and look adoringly at him parked in the front driveway. He’s very cozy to sleep in. And he makes us giggle like little kids because dude it’s like camping in a giant toy car.
We’ve taken Cashew out for two spins so far. So this weekend’s wander was our second venture out. We got invited to “Apple Butter” — an annual, invite-only family fest all about sharing the work involved in making tons of apple butter and cider. It’s a Friday-Saturday thing, and they make both the apple butter and cider in traditional, wooden, hand-crank presses. The apple butter is cooked over a fire for about a day. And everyone chips in on the stirring, apple pressing/crushing, fire stoking and general good vibes.
Everyone also drinks a lot and eats their body weight in chili. That’s just how it is at Apple Butter.
Apple Butter is in Nelson County. It’s a dream-world there in October. The light is insanely gorgeous. The trees turn gold and red and mulberry-purple.