This post has been a long time coming – more than a month, in fact. The first weekend of November, when snow was merely a worry for the distant future, a few friends and I made the trek out to Hirosaki to pick apples. Growing up in the northeastern part of the United States, I’d always had a few apple orchards within close proximity, but somehow, picking apples was never part of my life.
I’ve always loved apples (especially when baked into one of my mum’s famous pies), so perhaps it’s only fitting that now I live in the home of the Fuji apple, a place that’s responsible for producing more apples than any other place in Japan. Hirosaki is the crown jewel of Aomori’s apple empire, so the Apple Park had been calling my name for quite a while.
Not only were we able to pick as many apples as we wanted, but the prices were also much lower than what we could ever hope to find in a grocery store, especially since these apples were monstrously huge. I ended up going home with about eight, and it took me more than two weeks to finish them all off.
Though the obvious main draw of Apple Park was picking your own produce, there were other attractions, too. There was a nice lookout point, and we wandered through some of the other orchards. The map at the entrance of the park proclaimed that “Newton’s Tree” was on the property, but that proved to be a little….lackluster, to put it nicely. Thankfully the apples we took home with us didn’t follow suit.