Edible Gourds

Glorious, thought Annie as she and LJ drove along highway 1 through Big Sur. The cerulean blue sky and the sun’s rays shimmering off the waves crashing into the California coastline was spectacular. Early fall in Northern California often felt like summer, and this hot, perfect day was a testament. After driving through a groove of ancient Coast Redwoods, they began to look for the Ali’s pumpkin farm.