Because we are family that absolutely, positively can NOT make use of the modern convenience of going to an established pumpkin depository, such as the grocery store, we trekked far and wide to the eastern plains of Colorado in search of the perfect pumpkin(s) at Mile High Farms.
The farm offered much more than a pumpkin patch-- we also petted a collection of imprisoned ruminants (see below) and squealers (see further below...not the baby).
Also at the farm was the greatest amusement invented since the first brave man shot himself out of a cannon-- the VELCRO WALL! As a proof of my commitment to the science of defying gravity with Velcro, I will willingly declare my weight to the world (180 pounds) and assert that the velcro did, in fact, support my weight and keep me stuck to the wall (see photographic proof below).
A good time was had by all...
Wes in repose amongst the pumpkins while the family searched high and low (or at least left and right) for the ideal gourd...
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