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2017-08-13 12:11:21 AM  
I had a pretty good day going today before getting home and reading the news. After a  buddy of mine called us for an impromptu picnic out on a river sandbar he'd discovered, my wife, 2 kids, and I piled into the Wrangler and took a nice open-air drive through Indianapolis to a mostly unused park and trekked back along the river for a ways where we set up some chairs and  a portable grill. Nothing elaborate- just some burgers, a few beers(sprite for the kids), and some smores for later when we converted the portable grill into a small firepit using driftwood.
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We all talked about this and that and watched the kids play in the water and chase the dog around. Nothing big happened. It was just a much-needed peaceful evening eating, chatting and watching the sun go down with a couple fishermen wading the shallows in the foreground. My buddy and his wife are separating soon so this will be one of my last memories of spending time with both of them together after 25 years, but it was a pretty evening and I know I'll think back on it for a long time.

So what's a memory you have of a picnic, cookout, or daytrip that sticks out in your mind? While something crazy or romantic can often happen at these types of things, sometimes a peaceful easy getaway like mine is all you need for a break from the craziness of the world.
 
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2017-08-13 12:19:33 AM  
Never went well for dates, especially one in particular, an English Lit chick. She kept saying that she wanted a green gown. No idea why she wore a yellow one if she wanted green.
 
2017-08-13 12:25:31 AM  
Went fishing with my oldest brother & his best friend, our cousin & both their families. It was part of a big camping trip. I was about 17. my hand came within about an inch or two of a water moccasins mouth. 54 now & that memory is VIVID
 
2017-08-13 12:28:07 AM  
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2017-08-13 01:01:37 AM  
Summer 2004 - Hungry Horse Dam/Reservoir, MT - Forest Service campground, reasonably full as it's just after the 4th of July - after a long day out hiking around

So here we are, 4 adults, 3 kids & 4 dogs all pleasantly worn out from a very nice day out hiking around at various points somewhat near the campground.  Our campsite was just across the campground road from a boat launch/beach area.  The ladies offered to make dinner if we could make the kids/dogs disappear/stay out of their way for at least a half hour.... one of the better offers that we've had all day so Jim & I roundup kids/dogs & head across the road to the beach (taking the cooler of beer with us of course...) & are pleasantly surprised to find that we had it to ourselves (campground was pretty full).  Once there everyone jumps in the water to cool off/rinse the sweat of the day off.  The two adults & dogs soon retired to the beach as it had been a long day but kids with their unending well of energy stayed out in the water farting around.

Now two of the dogs were newfies & one was sort of being trained for water rescue work (the other didn't like water all that much...a defective newfie, who would have thunk it).  Thinking that this was a good opportunity to do some training I sent the oldest boy out into the water a ways to splash around & act like he's in distress whereupon we'd point him out to the dog, the dog would swim out to the boy, circle around him, the boy would grab the dogs tail & be towed back to shore/safety.  Bear (the dog) loved doing this whenever he had a chance to do so & promptly "rescued" the boy a time or two.  However it had been a long hot day with many miles of hiking under his paws & he was about as tired as I felt.  The third time before being sent out to rescue the boy he gave me a look that plainly said "Really? If he's that stupid to go back out there can't we let him drown?" "No, go get him..." So off Bear went to go "rescue" the boy yet again & yet again he towed him back to the shore. Whereupon Bear flopped down & did his best to ignore the goings on...

Oldest child however was having fun with the low speed canine water skiing & went back out into the lake to get "rescued".  The dog was doing his best to ignore said child.  Child is out splashing around acting like he's drowning - dog's ignoring him.  Child finally starts screaming "Bear, help me. Bear, Bear come help me" quite loudly.  Dog's ignoring him.  We're not paying attention to the surroundings & the assorted noises from the campground.  Kid's out there yelling for the dog, who after giving us a look of pure disgust finally goes back into the water & starts swimming out for him.

Now in hindsight we should have thought more about where we were, on the edge of Glacier NP, on the edge of the Bob Marshall Wilderness where there are a lot of .... bears.  We realized our tactical error when all of a sudden about 20 people (5-6 of them with shotguns) came racing down to the beach to rescue whatever child was being attacked by said bear...... yeah that took some quick talking to calm things down & not get poor exhausted Bear blown away....

Bear in one of his dryer moments on that day

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2017-08-13 02:51:37 AM  
Panicking? I'M NOT PANICKING!!
 
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2017-08-13 03:10:01 AM  
At the end of the block were some woods.  When I was a young boy, mom and I would have little picnics in them.

I remember this tree clearly, it was half an oak and some stumps for limbs, knocked over or claimed by old age some years ago.   I mistook it.

I looked at it while taking a bite of sliced cheddar.  Turned to mom and said, "we should go, there are bears."
 
2017-08-13 06:34:50 AM  
I had to look at headline twice.

Seriously. I thought it said panicking.
 
2017-08-13 07:39:58 AM  
Summer if 69 was very busy for me. One of the magical weeks was a long drive from Pittsburgh to Disney via vistacruiser.
The trip was picnics all the way.
But, the first picnic at a roadside rest was always special. The first one would always be a hot meal thanks to the miracle of Thermos brand products.
Mom would boil hot dogs that morning, put them in a thermos, and pour the boiling water on top.
Nothing says luxury like eating a Luke warm Thermos-dog on the side of a sweltering highway as commercial traffic wizzes by.

Thermos-dogs. Make them for your family today.
 
2017-08-13 08:50:11 AM  
There are some urban parks in this world that make for really nice, fun, and sometimes even elegant picnicking.  Central Park, the Mall in Washington, Golden Gate Park in San Francisco.

My most memorable picnic was in the Jardins de Luxembourg in Paris, which is next to their Senate building, and is an amazing site for people-watching.  I picnicked there with some local friends, and we went as fancy as we could with the food. Apricots from Provence, beautiful dried ham, paté and fresh baguettes, a couple of bottles of Loire Valley white, Salade Niçoise.  What a wonderful, civilized way to spend a Saturday afternoon in June.
 
2017-08-13 09:03:36 AM  
A bear stole my picnic basket.
 
2017-08-13 09:28:11 AM  
Every summer, about the last week of July/first week of August, was the annual "family" picnic.  You didn't need to be a relative to attend - many of the attendees were my dad and granddad's friends from the Elk's lodge out of Aberdeen or folks that worked for my grandparents at the Bremerton Naval Shipyards during WWII.  Many more, however, were my grandmother's siblings, their children and their grandchildren.

Suffice to say, having 150 folks hanging out for a week meant we needed space.  A couple of the uncles, known as Boomer and Smoke (I learned their given names were Charles and Warren only after they died), figured that out - they bought about 30 acres of land just outside the tiny town my father was born in, Pacific Beach, and build a camp with their brothers and sisters; several cabins, a communal kitchen, a communal gathering spot for the nightly bonfire, spots to pitch tents and several spots to park campers and trailers for those folks who invested the money in such things.  For that week, the population of Pacific Beach went from 50 to 200, so the general store always prepared by ordering up more to accommodate us, the 10 room hotel in the town was full that week and the town would be invited out to party with us.  Oh, and the local farmers made sure to raise and butcher us a couple of extra pigs, a steer and a late birthed lamb or two for the community dinners for the week.

About the only folks not happy to see us show up were the state fish and game department.  That was because the friday in camp was the annual fish fry and clam bake.  You don't feed as many folks as we had out by all the men and boys going out with fishing poles and bait - nope, it took a whole different approach.  One trip out in Uncle Stinky's old fishing boat with Boomer, a couple of sticks of dynamite and a launcher was what was needed, and the kids dug clams on the beach.  They were always trying to catch Boomer fishing with dynamite, always upset about the 30 or so young'uns digging up the beach and thoroughly pissed off about the crab pots being deployed in the final week of crabbing season.  It's a good thing they never paid any attention to the 30 gallon galvanized "punchbowl" that came out for the evening meals.
 
2017-08-13 09:52:25 AM  
Car sick in the back of the station wagon, beach, burning hot sand, gritty food, freezing water, sunburn.

I had an awesome childhood, but picnics at the beach were miserable.
 
2017-08-13 10:03:36 AM  
Picnic is a racist word, "nature-eating" or "dining alfresco" would be less offensive alternatives.
 
2017-08-13 10:12:10 AM  

omegaic: Picnic is a racist word, "nature-eating" or "dining alfresco" would be less offensive alternatives.


Shut up.
 
2017-08-13 10:19:33 AM  

texdent: A bear stole my picnic basket.


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2017-08-13 10:35:51 AM  
I miss the old family cookouts/clam boils we used to have. Switched back & forth a few times between our place, my grandmother's and my great uncle's place in New Hampshire. He lived in New Castle, which, for those of you who don't know, is an island just outside Portsmouth, within the Piscataqua River at its mouth. Plenty of times we went up there and ventured over to the Great Island Common, where there's a rocky beach, or Fort Stark, both of which were within walking distance of his house on the main road.

My grandmother had a HUGE family. 12 brothers and sisters, at least 30 or so nieces & nephews, and at this point if we even could find a few of them from the smaller families it would be a major victory, let alone get them here. (Literally, as I've never met a few of them in person.) I miss it during the summers. We did one a few years ago, but it was essentially my grandmother's family and my great uncle from NH's. I'd love to do it again, especially since we're now down to one from my grandmother's family (two if you count the 1940's "aunt," iykwim). I'd love to see the families from Minnesota or Nebraska or EVER meet the Cali ones.
 
2017-08-13 10:36:02 AM  
One summer, my dad said we were going sailing to the San Juan Islands with his brother's family.

"Oh, fun", I thought. "We're going on a sailboat." Just the thought of that made my stomach uneasy, but hey...exoctic locale, right?

WRONG.

The "San Juan Islands" we were going to were located just off Anacortes, WA.

My family drove over to Everett (where my uncle lives), went with him and his family up to Anacortes for the quick ferry ride to Orcas Island, where we put in to sail over to Jones Island State Park. Spent the weekend hunting seashells, catching crab,  digging up clams, having a scuba diver give us a starfish he found at the bottom of the bay, eating fresh-made clam chowder, seeing just how close to Canada we were, climbing the cliffs...it was a great camping trip.

Would have been MUCH better if we'd have gone to some exoctic locale, though ;) 

"So, what did you do over the summer?"

"We went to the San Juan Islands!"

"Cool! You went to to some tropic islands?"

"Nnnnnnnnnnot exactly..."
 
2017-08-13 10:38:28 AM  
Apparently one of my esoteric gifts in life is that I am a bear magnet.

My dad & his uncle had a hunting cabin up in the woods toward the Poconos, and we'd go up for deer season.  Mom would cook meals in the 1970's-style primitive [primordial] kitchen - think "intermittent electric" (also the name of my new band, along with "primordial kitchen" ), and the guys would go out and try to bag a deer or two.

During one of those picnic lunches, a mama bear came around the corner of the cabin.  Luckily it was fall, so she was just hungry, not interested in killing all things two-legged and gunpowder-smelling.  So we swooped up our meal and ambled around the other corner of the cabin while she sniffed at our abandoned picnic table.  Have you ever done a square dance with a bear around a cabin?  I don't recommend it.

The next day we came around a different corner, and there she is, looking straight at us.  My toddler mind saw "Teddy bear!", and that's what I said as I wobbled toward her.  Luckily she was just surprised, because my mom hollered "JIM, GET YOUR CHILD!", and he broke all speed records running, scooping, pivoting, and running away in about 13 nanoseconds.  I was thrown onto a top bunk inside, where I could still see the bear walking away shaking her head side to side, and I was still saying "teddy bear!".  I guess I wanted a snuggle!  Fools and little children...  We packed out early the next day, before "idiot plump child" showed up on the bear's menu.

Grade school - 5 different school trips I'm on, 5 different bear sightings in areas that haven't seen bears in years.  Hmm.

High school - 2 different trips where there were bear sightings, and again there I am.  Mom has gotten very good at giving me a Particular Funny Look.  Also one ran across the road in front of me as I drove to work at Crystal Cave.  A few minutes later it darted out in front of a co-worker as he was coming in for work, and he crashed his car into a tree avoiding it.

College - we climb ...mmm, I think it's Mount Marcy in the Adirondacks, with my college bio group.  It's a long trek up and down, it's a hot day, I'm pleasantly exhausted but I'm kinda reaching the end of my "deal".  Luckily we're off the mountain, but somehow I and a friend lose the trail and cut a corner, and emerge from the blueberry bushes farther down the trail.  There are about 15 people there, on the trail, slack-jawed, staring at us.  Hunh?  One of the older ones in our group acting as a mentor to us froshes says, "Uhhh, OR, did you guys see the bear?"

"No, what bear?"

"Uh, the one that just went into the bushes there as you came out."

"Hunh.  No, nothing.  We would have seen it.  Are you sure?"

To this day they're convinced I morphed into a bear to harass them.  This was on the waning end of the Care Bear craze, so I was "Were Bear" for a long, looong time....
 
2017-08-13 10:45:58 AM  

RJReves: I had to look at headline twice.

Seriously. I thought it said panicking.


Why not both?

Mother takes us up to a remote and isolated little creek in the mountains for the day, a Sunday drive and picnic. Some dirt roads were involved. We mess around in the water, eat, whatever. It's getting late, sort of duskish so we start packing the car up to go. My baby brother manages to lock the keys to the car in the trunk.

This is pre-cellphone days when belt onions were fashionable.

Fortunately some other lunatics came down the mountains on the isolated dirt road and they had tools. They were able to remove the back seat, none of this fold down shiat in post-60's cars. My baby brother crawled in and retrieved the keys and we were on our way.
 
2017-08-13 10:51:34 AM  
I recall the first time we took our lab along on a picnic.   Open field under an oak tree with a pond view.   (The field had been hay-ed so it was short and while not lawn-like, it was fine as long as you brought a blanket.)  Anyway, our previous picky-eater dog disliked people food so we weren't prepared for the enthusiasm of a young lab that realized that ALL THAT FOOD was just right in front of him on a blanket !   He's ready to launch himself at it, and we couldn't blame him since any ground-level food at home was/is his...   So we spend lunch patiently (and not so patiently) saying 'down Guiness down' and he'd lay back down... and proceed to belly-scoot as far forward as he could before we sent him back to his original location.  Over and over again.    I wish I'd videoed that not-so-secret scooting - we still laugh about it.

And the next time we picnicked we did it at a place with picnic tables.
 
2017-08-13 11:01:56 AM  
Kindergarten, school teacher decides it's time for an old-time cookout.  Well, the principal wasn't hip with the idea of a fire on the schoolyard so we were all dressed up as cowboys and cowgirls and eating cold baked beans from a can with cold weiners-no bun.  Best time ever.
 
2017-08-13 11:47:04 AM  
In 2006, it was an ordinary Mother's Day. My brother was celebrating with his wife and kids; so I, being single, was in charge of celebrating with our mother.  She needed some work done at her house, so I went over and partway through, we realized that we needed something from Home Depot - probably a bag or two of mulch.  We made the trip and as we're heading out to the car, she smelled sausages cooking on the cart outside the exit and commented that she sure could go for a hot dog.  I bought two, a bag of chips and two drinks and we ate them in the truck and that was our Mother's Day dinner.  We joked about it later.

Mother's Day 2007 started rolling around and this time, she suggested we have a full-on picnic in the Home Depot parking lot.  This year, however, my brother had to work, so the sister-in-law and kids were available.  We packed up a table, tablecloth, chairs, and a pitcher of lemonade - knowing we would be purchasing food from the cart for our picnic.

I had to go digging for the pictures, but this is the best one.  To this day, we still joke about it and talk about doing it again, but Mom always says "It's been done."
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2017-08-13 12:03:35 PM  

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2017-08-13 12:35:55 PM  
Many years ago, it was summer time and we had finally gotten some nice weather after almost a month of scorching heat. So my parents take us to a provincial park about 45 mins away for a picnic.

We get there, we're trying to help but getting in the way, so my Dad goes "Look, we all have watches. Why don't you wander off in groups of twos, and come back here in 15 minutes?"

So my brother and I team up and my sisters team up. I'm about 8 and my brother's 15. We go for a nice walk and end up quite a bit further down (vertically speaking) watching fish splash around in the river etc.

My brother: "Um, what time were we supposed to meet them?"

Me: (looking at watch) "Uh oh. We've got about 3 minutes to get back."

Now we're about 50 ft below where we should be. We could go back and around but that would take us, even going at a good pace, way more than 3 minutes. Suddenly we spot this sandy bit that goes right where we need it to go. It's sloped at about a 60 - 70 degree angle but it looks climbable. We get halfway up the damn thing and discover that

a) part of it is a red ant hill
b) the ants are BEYOND pissed that we're climbing their hill.

That was a painful few minutes of climbing but we made it on time. :D

The other thing I remember was watching a big red squirrel come down, climb onto the picnic table, stuff his face with green grapes and rush off.

My Dad: "He's probably telling his friends I found these great new nuts! They're so much easier to chew!"
 
2017-08-13 12:58:06 PM  

omegaic: Picnic is a racist word, "nature-eating" or "dining alfresco" would be less offensive alternatives.


The first usage of the word is traced to the 1692 edition of Tony Willis, Origines de la Langue Française, which mentions pique-nique as being of recent origin; it marks the first appearance of the word in print. The term was used to describe a group of people dining in a restaurant who brought their own wine. The concept of a picnic long retained the connotation of a meal to which everyone contributed something. Whether picnic is actually based on the verb piquer which means 'pick' or 'peck' with the rhyming nique meaning "thing of little importance" is doubted; the Oxford English Dictionary says it is of unknown provenance.[2]
The word picnic first appeared in English in a letter of the Gallicized Lord Chesterfield in 1748 (OED), who associates it with card-playing, drinking and conversation, and may have entered the English language from this French word.[3] The practice of an elegant meal eaten out-of-doors, rather than an agricultural worker's dinner in a field, was connected with respite from hunting from the Middle Ages; the excuse for the pleasurable outing of 1723 in François Lemoyne's painting (illustration, left) is still offered in the context of a hunt.
In approximately 1999 rumors began to be spread claiming a racist origin for the word "picnic", and connecting it with the lynching of blacks in the American South. Despite the spurious etymology behind this rumor having been thoroughly debunked, it occasionally resurfaces.[4]
Though it may have appeared in a 17th century dictionary as "pique-nique," the actual usage began as "pique un niche" meaning to "pick a place," an isolated spot (a nest) where family or friends could enjoy a meal together away from the distractions, demands, and public nature of a communal life. The term morphed into "pique-nique" and after years of usage entered the official French language.
 
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2017-08-13 03:20:39 PM  
When I was 15 we were moving from WYoming to Metairie, LA.  Our last night in Wyoming we went for a picnic at a favorite campground up in the canyon. I had already said goodbye to my friends, so this picnic was my mom saying goodbye to a bunch of her friends. The evening was winding down, and we were going to make smores before outting out the fire.  I borrowed a pocket knife of to go cut some sticks for the marshmellows. In a hurry, I broke the big rule of cutting things. I cut towards my self instead of away.  Pocket knife slipped and I learned how sharp that knife was.  Cut my arm about 4 inches above the wrist down to the tendons.  No smores for me that night.  Instead we packed up and drove back to town. I don't know why we didn't go to the hospital, but instead we drove to my friend's house to get his dad. Joseph's dad was my pediatrician growing up. We followed him to his office, and my friend tagged along. 7 stitches to sew my arm back up.  Joseph decided to read the kids coloring books to me as a distraction. Instead of dessert that night, I got another chance to have a laugh with my friend.

The following summer, I had saved every penny I could to go back to Wyoming for the summer, but I didn't get a chance to hang out with Joseph.  His family went to Germany for most of the summer. When they got back, I was headed back to Louisiana.

After my parents retired, they moved back to Wyoming, but his family moved away when his dad retired. That mishap with a knife gave me an extra chance to hangout for an hour with a friend I'd known since kindergarten.
 
2017-08-13 03:30:55 PM  
The first anniversary of 9/11 I took my wife and daughter to Manassas Battlefield Park. I made a nice lunch,  we sat under a tree and just sat quietly reflecting.  After lunch we walked the trails.
 
2017-08-13 03:54:04 PM  

omegaic: Picnic is a racist word, "nature-eating" or "dining alfresco" would be less offensive alternatives.
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omegaic, dude, you've got to stop believing everything a half-assed blogger writes about word origins.

fyi, The actual origin and use of the word 'picnic':  Snopes investigates 'picnic' - is it offensive?
 
2017-08-13 04:03:00 PM  

nanim: omegaic: Picnic is a racist word, "nature-eating" or "dining alfresco" would be less offensive alternatives.
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omegaic, dude, you've got to stop believing everything a half-assed blogger writes about word origins.

fyi, The actual origin and use of the word 'picnic':  Snopes investigates 'picnic' - is it offensive?


The offensive word youre looking for is "pickaninny". Not picnic. Just sayin'...
 
2017-08-13 04:27:50 PM  
grew up in the woods so did not have picnics as such though we did set up a charcoal grill in the field next to the house for a couple pretend family reunions that always turned out mostly boring as the kids were told to go do something else and leave the adults to drink in peace...

did have bologna and american cheese sandwiches on wonder bread with mustard, keeps in the heat better than catsup, in rest areas or just on the side of the road if traffic was light enough, stop just long enough to eat and use the facilities if available, one time we even rented a small camping trailer and still ate mostly sammiches...

then when i moved to madison wi i had many pit-niks...
 
2017-08-13 07:28:52 PM  
So my baby brother and I come home from school on the last day in '78 I think? and Mam has the little Chevy Chevette packed up and says, "Get in kids, we're taking grandma's ashes to New Mexico." So we sideglance each other and get in because it would be good to get rid of gram since she's been in the coat closet for a couple of years, but this was kind of sudden, right?

We either stayed with family friends and ate with them or slept in the car and when we slept in the car we ate cold Chef Boyardee out of the can.

I had NEVER been allowed to eat processed food before. To this day I remember that first ravioli. It was AMAZING. It's never tasted as good since, but OMG was it good right then.

It took us a minute and a half to get to NM from Cambridge and Mam kept getting stranger and stranger canned goods for us as we went along. Somewhere in Texas she got us pâté and caviar and Saltines. I understand now that she was grieving and that there was a lot of pain behind this trip, but at the time, I was too young to realize that she was buying the foods her mother had bought her as treats.

Eventually we got to my grandmother's sister's house where the family gathered to go scatter Grandma Euline's ashes in the desert. It was a beautiful goodbye. The sky was doing that majestic New Mexico thing and something smelled wonderful--sage maybe? and there was the faintest of breezes that carried her away into the desert...her sisters and her brother told my mam that they thought she would have liked that and thanked her for setting it up. Mam was worried that they would think this was a little too hippy-dippy but they really loved it and it helped her in her grief I think to know that they were not just okay but pleased with this last moment with their sister, her mother.

We went back to great aunt Mabel's house for the night and the next day she sent us off with a picnic lunch: Velveeta cheese sandwiches on Wonder Bread with pimentos "for the vegetable" and the biggest piece of chocolate cake I had ever seen. My brother and I had, by that time, had our fill of junk food and opened our sandwiches and stuck them to the bottom of the picnic table Mam had chosen to stop at for our lunch where I am quite sure they remain to this day.

Although we did eat the chocolate cake.
 
2017-08-13 08:36:07 PM  
Not one particular picnic, but an annual one. Every year my family gets together up in NH for apple picking. It's my dad's side of the family, their spouses, kids, and random stragglers connected to us in some way.

We start at my uncle's place. He lives in a town I like to call F*ckingham (Effingham). He bought the property long ago. It was undeveloped. He would go up there and camp on the property. Eventually he built a little shack. Then an outhouse. The electric company brought powerlines down the road and he connected to that. Over the years he added more to it until he had a kitchen and a working bathroom. He even went to town hall and asked if the street had been named. It had not, so he asked if he could name it. He could. So he lives on a street that's named after him. Now the shack has a loft, but he built a garage with a couple of rooms across the driveway from the shack. It's really a nice, relatively secluded place.

After we have coffee, donuts, and other treats that people bring we get in our cars and drive to the orchard. Usually my uncle has called ahead and told the orchard that we were coming and to make sure it would be ok to have a picnic on the property. It always is.

That's where the fun begins. While we round everybody up we start our picnic. All different kinds of cheese and crackers, olives, various spreads, summer sausage, and some kind of appetizer somebody makes. Wine bottles get opened. Coolers full of beer get raided.

Once we have filled up on snacks we hit the orchard to pick our apples. Some pick a lot, others just pick a few to be part of the experience. The kids have a great time.

After we've picked and paid for our apples we head back to my uncle's house where beef stew has been simmering since the morning. We all peel an apple to take part in making the apple crunch (no, it's apple crisp! No, you're wrong, it's crunch). More cheese, more wine, more beer. There are enough of us to have two different conversation groups. My uncle starts a fire for our trash. Every year a chair gets sacrificed to the fire, a tradition that started when somebody sat down on a chair and it broke right under her butt.

It's just a great time. We stay until the sun gets pretty low in the sky before making our trek back home. I've gone alone, I've gone with girlfriends, and now I go with my little family. My uncle had to take last year off because it was getting too much for him. As spry as he is, he's getting close to 70. We're doing it differently this year. I just hope we can keep the picnic.
 
2017-08-13 08:44:46 PM  

Oakenraven: I am a bear magnet.


NTTAWWT
 
2017-08-13 09:08:34 PM  
ginandbacon:   The sky was doing that majestic New Mexico thing and something smelled wonderful--sage maybe?

Pinyon juniper, most likely.  That smell still haunts my dreams, even though Mr. OR & I got out there a few years back.  I first smelled it as a kid when I made the trek west with my parents.

We went to Bandelier National Monument in NM, and as poor Mr. OR is trying to read out the pamphlet to me at Station 5 on the canyon walk, I had to reach out and grab his arm and yank back rather sharply.  When he opened his mouth to protest such rough treatment (rather loudly), I had to clap my hand over his mouth.  Two mule deer were eating said juniper, chew chew chew pause look at pink two-leggers, pause, chew chew chew, ya want some?  We're not supposed to move from the path.  They're on the path in front of us.  High (after)Noon Stalemate, canyon style.

Eventually they wandered off, and we met two more neck-deep in the juniper pile at the side of the path.  Just sayin', mule deer are *big* when you're close enough to touch.
 
2017-08-13 10:41:26 PM  

Oakenraven: Pinyon juniper


THAT! Thank you!
 
2017-08-13 10:46:23 PM  

ginandbacon: The sky was doing that majestic New Mexico thing


Something I hardly ever did when living in ABQ was drive or take the tram up to Sandia Peak. The sunsets from up there were amazing. I do it every time I go back, now.

One year we went to the NE Heights where there was a park and beyond that was a cement wall, probably designed to catch floods and rolling boulders and you could climb a decent way up the foothills.

We ate some mushrooms and went up there in the afternoon. Yes, the visuals were great. The veins in the rocks, the cacti with flowers following your fingers, etc. But the best part was there was a low cloud cover and we were just high enough (uhh...pun...intended, I guess?) that we could stand up and look above the clouds, then crouch and look below the clouds. As the sun was setting it was just an amazing view.
 
2017-08-13 11:15:36 PM  

Oakenraven: Apparently one of my esoteric gifts in life is that I am a bear magnet.

My dad & his uncle had a hunting cabin up in the woods toward the Poconos, and we'd go up for deer season.  Mom would cook meals in the 1970's-style primitive [primordial] kitchen - think "intermittent electric" (also the name of my new band, along with "primordial kitchen" ), and the guys would go out and try to bag a deer or two.

During one of those picnic lunches, a mama bear came around the corner of the cabin.  Luckily it was fall, so she was just hungry, not interested in killing all things two-legged and gunpowder-smelling.  So we swooped up our meal and ambled around the other corner of the cabin while she sniffed at our abandoned picnic table.  Have you ever done a square dance with a bear around a cabin?  I don't recommend it.

The next day we came around a different corner, and there she is, looking straight at us.  My toddler mind saw "Teddy bear!", and that's what I said as I wobbled toward her.  Luckily she was just surprised, because my mom hollered "JIM, GET YOUR CHILD!", and he broke all speed records running, scooping, pivoting, and running away in about 13 nanoseconds.  I was thrown onto a top bunk inside, where I could still see the bear walking away shaking her head side to side, and I was still saying "teddy bear!".  I guess I wanted a snuggle!  Fools and little children...  We packed out early the next day, before "idiot plump child" showed up on the bear's menu.

Grade school - 5 different school trips I'm on, 5 different bear sightings in areas that haven't seen bears in years.  Hmm.

High school - 2 different trips where there were bear sightings, and again there I am.  Mom has gotten very good at giving me a Particular Funny Look.  Also one ran across the road in front of me as I drove to work at Crystal Cave.  A few minutes later it darted out in front of a co-worker as he was coming in for work, and he crashed his car into a tree avoiding it.

College - we climb .. ...


I know someone that occasionally hunts black bears.  I think he would like you to accompany him next time.  Difficulty:  He hunts on the edge of grizzly country (Glacier NP) and isn't allowed to shoot them.
 
2017-08-14 12:50:51 AM  
I was going through a very rough time in college. Due to circumstances entirely beyond my control, and thanks to the farked up medical system we have in the US, I could barely afford food, even though I was working several jobs.
I was done with my classes and jobs for the day, and it was about nine that night. I was unlocking my bike to begin the long ride home when a great friend showed up with a car, a lasagne he made from scratch, a bottle of wine, and two forks. We drove to the river and I ate and ate and ate. Meat! Cheese! Wine! What a picnic!
I married him.
 
2017-08-14 10:47:02 AM  
The Captain's Ghost:I know someone that occasionally hunts black bears.  I think he would like you to accompany him next time.  Difficulty:  He hunts on the edge of grizzly country (Glacier NP) and isn't allowed to shoot them.

If there's such a thing as a bear cage, I'll do it!  Retrofitted shark cage?  Name of my new band...

Gah, it must be a weird morning:

Do you need to attract bears?  Have that strange contract with the federal government, and you'll lose your grant if you don't have the right picture?  Use "Essences", the perfume for bears!  With flavors like "stinky cheese", and "sandwich left on back seat", and "carcass left by a wasteful hunter", you too can bring the bears in juuust close enough for that prize-winning photo!  A million uses!  Need to destroy a vehicle?  Pitch it in the back seat!  Have a friend in a near cage but they're not coming in close enough?  lob a can on her lap!  Want the bears to move east or west?  Throw a can at a passing train!  Scare the pants off your friends at the next picnic!  Don't like the sweet taste of s'mores?  This stuff mixed in a dip will make it more savory....

I think I need to go like down or something....
 
2017-08-14 01:12:25 PM  
It was the mid to late '60s at a civil rights protest in Chicago.

My journalistic father had to cover it for the press, so he brought my mother and us kids along for a daylong picnic.

Mom felt fine until she unpacked the picnic basket, and realized to her horror that she'd packed "normal" picnic foods for the family: fried chicken, watermelon....
 
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