Hilda can't go visiting without she has to arrive with plenty of gifts. Despite the back of the Explorer being crammed with our two bikes, baggage for two for two weeks, and already plenty of gifts for the Denver folks, we must stop at farm stands before even hitting Highway 50 for mandarins, apples, and strawberries at stands like this one. Last in was half a flat of strawberries. Apparently too precariously perched on top of all the other stuff, the first good curve on highway 49 and they tipped to rumble pachinco-like through all the other stuff. We were pulling them out from under the seats on stops all the way across Nevada and Utah. Sure smelled good, though!