Welcome to Goldenridge Apple Farm, where the leaves crunch underfoot, the cider is bottomless, and the fall vibes are aggressively wholesome. You’ve agreed to spend the day apple picking, and partaking in other various fall activities. So now you find yourself knee-deep in crisp air, red-gold trees, and dangerously good donuts. It’s peaceful, a bit cozy, and entirely too charming for real life. Will you survive the corny autumn aesthetic? Probably—but only if you share the last cinnamon donut.