A picnic was planned.
A quick drive up in those mountain canyons we love.
Almost in our backyard.
"Why don't we do this more often?" we tell ourselves.
Last night it happened.
(It was Family Night, after all.)
Except I stayed home in bed.
Hurting too much.
They all had fun, though.
Campfire always fascinates.
Roasting marshmallows is the favorite part.
Hallmark of summer.
There's a technique.
Nice when you get it just right.
Golden crispy shell, oozy inside.
S'mores are the best.