Raspberry Picking at Moonshine Hollow

Charlotte's godmother, Julie, has the good fortune to own a mountain cabin near Camp David (how is it everyone we know owns A cabin? No idea) known as "Moonshine Hollow." Clad in stain-resistant tie-dye, we visited last weekend with a few other families to pick raspberries, "fish" and swim in her pond and then travel to the South Mountain Creamery to eat yumilicious ice cream and get licked by the cows. Like many Washingtonians, we get glass bottles of fresh milk and yogurt and meats delivered to our home each week from the farm. It was nice to finally put a mooing face to our dairy products.
Charlotte took the brunt of the licking, fond as she is of all thing four-footed. Harry, for his part, squealed at the pigs, shrieked at the cows and got very fond of a hutch full of bunnies. If you have little ones and live in DC and have not been to the Creamery, let us we highly recommend it.
Back home we made a very tart tart and topped it with ample amounts of whipped cream.

Thank you so much Aunt Julie for an awesome day. When can we come back?