The park doesn't allow us to use ladders, but they have pickers for us to use. A picker is almost like a Lacrosse stick, on a long pole with hooked teeth to pull the orange off the branch. One of our trees must really be ripe, because I would barely touch the orange and it would just fall right off. No wonder the wind was knocking so many off! I finally got the hang of it, you have to get the basket under the orange before you touch it, just in case. Other wise, it falls to the ground and gets juiced........
Oh no! They are in the park pruning up the trees! What am I going to do with all of these oranges!
It's funny here, by night the whole park is full of rigs, and by noon they are all gone! The manager says this is her busy season, but it's mostly in transit. I see a lot of Washington and Oregon plates. Snow birds heading south for warmer weather. I talked to a few, and they always stop here for the night to fill up on oranges!
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