We picked a peck of apples. It was a first for all of us. We couldn't have asked for a more gorgeous day for it either. I had to call around a bit--a lot of places were closed for the season. We went to Harvest Time and they were still picking three kinds of apples. But first, coffee. It was about an hour long drive down some beautiful Wisconsin country roads. We passed a few adorable antique shops and I desperately wanted to stop. Maybe another time. I think Hudson had the ...