One of the mandatory "fall trip" things we do is go to the pumpkin patch there. It's sweet--a small family-run farm that offers a corn maze and cut-your-own pumpkin for not-so-much money. I wouldn't care though--just trompsing through the tangled web of pumpkin vines to find your pumpkin is worth every dime to me.
Nobody else thinks this is half as much fun as Joe and I do. We offered to pull Colin in the wagon--he refused. I offered to hold his hand through the corn maze--he refused. Joe asked him to hold onto the electric fence for a funny photo--he solemnly obliged.
It may just be the two of us doing this alone next year.