We pull up to what seem to be run down, creepy. Closed? The illegals by a truck are looking at us like - What are you doing here?
Looking around, we see big piles of dirt blocking the entrance of the fields. We continue looking for some kind of store/building.
We found a woman who looked like she belonged there. We asked about the farm. She said,"I own the building, but, I'm not sure...(what's going on.) Let me ask my son." (You own the building, and you're not sure what's going on?)
He comes to the door eventually, seems half asleep. and says that there's not much left. There's some left in the cooler. Come back in 2 weeks, there might be more. (They are only open July & August). ( In 2 weeks, August is half over.)
We are not coming back.
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