Our Trip to Oak Glen, CA

Within our family we usually jokingly call it Apple Valley (there is a Cherry Valley back in there but most of the action is around Oak Glen), because once a year, in the fall, we go up there to pick pumpkins and/or apples and get a "fallsy" feel (I know, it's hard in Southern CA). There's also great food--barbecue, pie, cider--and "fitting" entertainment (mostly bluegrass or country). You can also easily leave the crowds behind and get a little taste of nature.


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