This year the Tanners invited us to drive out to Emmett for some gool ol' cherry picking. We had a blast climbing all over each other in an attempt to get the very best cherries--which of course happened to be located in the tippy tops of the trees! Dan even got on Ben's shoulders (shouldn't it have been the other way around?) and we nearly peed our pants laughing at the spectacle.
Here we are in front of the cherry orchard
Cherry picking is not for those with a fear of heights!
Oooo that was one tart cherry!
Caught you snitching buddy! That cherry juice is a tell-tale sign!
Grant and Jake couldn't stop eating cherries even long enough for us to take a picture!
funny boys
And what cherry-picking excursion would be complete without a pit-spitting contest? If only my belly wasn't so big, I coulda' really blasted those babies!
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