Erin, ever watchful for another activity, decided that we should all go peach picking since we had a day off. She got everyone out, including Nelson and Angela. We drove to Wind Drift Orchard, a pick and pay farm in Harrah. They have tons of peach and nectarine trees. We also found a row of plum trees, but I don't think they advertise them.
Erin, the kids, and I went picking last year and I came away with the ingredients for some of the best peach preserves ever, but we did that in late July. I don't remember what varieties we picked last time, but the ones today seemed different. They tasted nice, but not as peachy as I remember from before.
The kids had way more enthusiasm for picking this year than last, but we still had a hard time finding really good ones. They seemed slightly overripe or way underripe. The act of picking broke the skin on the riper ones. Dana finally just started picking for size and shape and said we could worry about ripening later. That seemed like the best possible plan.
This year they also had tractors out to give rides in and out of the the orchard. That turned out not to work well for us or the fruit. The trailer bumped around so that the peaches got bounced and bruised in the box. So many bruises and scars. It looks like peach butter for this batch of fruit. Maybe I can go back later for better quality peaches to make preserves.