The picnic

This is a lake where at least once a year we picnic.  Sunday was the day. With everyone bringing something to eat (I bought a chicken and made peanut butter cookies in an oven that I still don't understand).

Barbara brought her macaroni salad, juices, chips, wine, dried tomatoes.

Pam brought a pepper mushroom quiche and a date/pecan bread she'd experimented with. Viva les experiments. She also had radishes, crisps (Brit for chips) and olives.

Rick brought us all and also did most of the lugging.

The temperature was perfect. Our conversation involved Pam telling us about her Colombian adventures, discussions of animal languages and noticing the 30-odd four-footed fuzzy humans that bark. They couldn't have been dogs, because they were forbidden. As always we never run out of topics.

Rick had been debating doing the teleski at a second lake a few minutes walk from the first, but decided to postpone it when we wouldn't have to wait for him. He also wants to make sure that I can film him.