There isn't a lot to say about this place except, if you're looking for a place to pick cherries, this is a great place to stop. I wasn't actually out looking for a place to pick cherries, but my friend and I were driving through the middle of nowhere when she spotted the sign and I knew if I didn't pull over and allow her to pick some, she might well wet herself in my passenger seat and I didn't really want the hassle of a clean-up.
The orchard is set up easily and you get a piece of paper when you venture out, detailing which varieties of cherries are available on which rows. The rows are all numbered. Well, not all of them. We actually passed by a row that was not numbered, but I'm pretty good at deductive reasoning and when I saw row 14 had a sign and row 16 had a sign, I figured out that the one missing the sign was row 15. As long as you have deductive reasoning skills (or at least 15 fingers and toes), you're golden.
The parking lot isn't huge, but there is plenty of parking for what it is and where it's located. At least there was on this particular day. I'm not sure if they are busier other days because I never drive by this place.
Once we were done picking cherries, we had them weighed and paid for them, then put the bag in the car while we went into the building. The bathrooms were the first stop and wow! What nice, quaint bathrooms they have! Really. I wouldn't normally remark on the bathrooms at a business unless they were on one end of the spectrum or the other of awful/awesome, and these are definitely awesome! Clean. Nicely decorated. Comfortable. Not really well-lit, but that's okay. If they were well-lit, teenage girls would be spending too much time in there taking selfies in the mirror.
The store is inside a very spacious barn, and they offer an assortment of things for sale: honey, maple syrup, kitchen gadgets, jewelry, some up-cycled crafts/jewelry, and then I saw it: I saw pie. Cherry pie that looked just like my grandma used to make with that lattice that nobody takes the time to make since Pinterest told them they don't have to. I had one of the nice ladies cut me a slice of pie and I settled into my seat at one of their few tables, and in no more than a dozen bites, that pie was history. It was magical. I do wish it had been warmed up, though. It's possible they do warm it up if you ask, but I didn't ask. I think I was worried that if I didn't eat it quickly, I'd wake up and it would all be a dream and I'd rub my eyes and think to myself, "I wish I'd at least eaten the pie in that dream." read more