|The banner says Handong University Guest House Welcome (Western)|
|The trees seem almost espaliered (thinking of you, Diane R);|
small grafted trunks, few branches, huge harvest
|The irrigation system nurtures every tree.|
|David, the casual apple picker.|
|Each family brought their own carefully-picked apples to the barn then|
learned that they would all be mixed together and sorted by weight
(the apples, that is, not the families).
Oh. Right. Communal culture.
|David helps load apples onto the sorting machine..|
|Mr. Apple Man shows the sorting bins - the little conveyor at the top |
carries each apple and rolls it into the right slot by weight
|The kids have a great time predicting where each apple will fall.|
(That's Elisabeth at the end.)
|The Price Chart: different rates for different weights. |
The Korean-looking woman here are, respectively from left to right,
Korean-Canadian, Korean-Californian, and Korean-Korean
(Boyeon is Nick's teaching assistant and good friend to ex-pats).
|David and Elisabeth are not yet very wet.|
|Nick is way, way too close to this garden spider for my comfort. I don't|
even like looking at the picture. Give me a snake or toad any day.
|Shy goat. Nice beard.|
|What a lovely day to pick apples; Sam even got the camera away|
from me and snuck (sneaked? be-sneakered?) this one.
|Sam and Nick are finally ready to head home.|