Picnic at the Lake

Northern California

“We don’t even know how strong we are until we are forced to bring that hidden strength forward.”

—Isabel Allende, author

This morning, I packed a lunch in our small cooler, the one Scott and I took on all of our picnics, music festivals and on all of our travels.  The same cooler we kept between the driver and passenger seats of his car, my car, and then our van. I took my time carefully making the sandwiches, filling a bag with chips, and placed bubbly waters on the bottom of the cooler on top of the ice pack. It felt good to continue our ritual of packing a picnic lunch. 

Over the mountains, to Lakeport, a town with open air cafes, county buildings, a cozy bookstore, thrift shops, and a summer town feel even in the middle of winter. It was 75 degrees today with a warm breeze.

At the Vista Point, overlooking the blue lake with boats lazily rocking on the calm waters, the arid mountains standing solid in the background, I unpacked the lunch feeling good and comfortable with the familiar.

Published by As the Road Wanders

Travel Blogger and Traveler

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