Fun at the Cider Mill

I had been wanting to go to the Fly Creek Cider Mill for a while. It’s one of those places I can just keep going back to. We picked Saturday, Aug. 27, because Steven had noticed they were having an engine show and inventory reduction sale. Fly Creek was also holding village wide garage sales.

As we drew closer to the cider mill, I began to regret we had not gotten an earlier start. Traffic was slowed considerably as many cars were parked on the side of the road. Was this the overflow from the mill? Yikes! Turns out it was people stopped for garage sales. There was plenty of parking at Fly Creek Cider Mill.

Inside the store it was busy but not so busy you had to inch your way through, as it was on the first occasion we went there. The first occasion was another Event, so I’m always a little worried about fighting a huge crowd. It doesn’t really matter. Even if you have to inch your way through, the Fly Creek Cider Mill is a fun place to go.

Of course I tried every free sample: dips, sauces, jellies, mustards. I did not try all the wines they were tasting, but I tried a couple as well as both flavors of hard cider. Upstairs we admired all the Christmas decorations, and I tried some hand lotion that had a tester out.

We got some wasabi peas for me, some dog treats for Tabby, and three post cards to send to my soldiers. I was pleased to find the post cards, because on the previous cards I sent I had mentioned we were going to the cider mill, where I hoped to purchase post cards.

Outside, we looked at the engines on display, then checked out the Inventory Reduction Sale in an outbuilding. We got two fancy serving forks, one with a snowman, one with a Santa; and a Halloween decoration.

“You realize this means we have to have a Christmas party,” I told Steven. We almost always have a Halloween party anyways.

We looked at the chickens and tried to answer some questions about egg production on a board. You would think I would remember the answers from the last visit. Then we strolled along the boardwalk watching the geese and ducks in the water. Steven got some corn to throw to them.

We did not partake of anything from the refreshment stand, but I admired some honey buns in a display case. A man whose wife was making a purchase asked if it was his buns I was talking about, so I almost got into trouble there. It seemed like a good time to take our leave and continue our Fly Creek adventure.