Hubs and I went on a lovely hayride over the weekend. He found it through a park in Winston Salem known for their Christmas lights. He knows I am down for anything Halloween/Autumn themed (except for haunted houses, that's a hard no).
Tanglewood Park is quite beautiful and large. I didn't realize anyone needed this much park when you basically live in the middle of the woods, but nevertheless, it's here. Chico accompanied us as we walked around the stables and horse track areas. He's been a great sport with all of the moving around this year. It warmed my heart to see him so happy among the grass and poop.
Hayrides are such magical memories for me. Laying in hay behind a tractor was the height of excitement when I was a kid. The magic stayed in childhood. This time it was just a slow tractor blocking traffic of the main park road. Plus, no laying in the hay. Also, kids. Everywhere. The pumpkin patch was pretty cute. The whole purpose of Tanglewood's hayride to to get a pumpkin in the Halloween themed pumpkin patch. Pretty inventive way to sell pumpkins.
I've enjoyed exploring our new town with Hubs. When I moved to New York I was alone. I had some friends in the city, but it's hard to get together with people when they don't live with your neighborhood. I remember being so lonely and lost. Thus far, our move to Winston Salem has been much less lonely.