At the time of this writing I’m partially delirious, involuntarily lethargic, and in search of a free Sleep Number Bed to nest in for at least three days (I can’t believe they cost this much).
What I thought was a cutesy kid’s party on a farm to feed chickens and pet dirty animals turned into an energy-draining hostage situation. Enter, The Hayride.
We climbed aboard for an assumed 20-minute ride around the biggest-acred farm I’ve ever seen, but no one told me they would drop us off in the middle of the crops to pick vegetables for three hours like minimum wage farm hands. And to top if off, we had to pay for whatever we picked (I didn’t get any free food).
Here’s the narrative of my ordeal in pictures.
I burned a ton of calories doing hard labor on the farm, but I gained my freedom. Don’t you think I deserve some peach cobbler for my troubles?