I look sleepy, because it was early when Don and I stopped for a breakfast of granola bars, yogurt and coffee. It may not have been the yummiest picnic feast, but the view was hard to beat. We didn't stop for too long, because we were on our way to the Bouquillas Crossing, which opened just a year ago in Big Bend. We sat at our table wondering what kind of adventures we would have when we crossed the Rio Grande into Mexico. Would we ride burros? Would we eat enchiladas? Would we find it easy to speak with the folks in the village? It was a picnic with lots of anticipation!
Mom's Picnic List
In honor of my mother on the first Mother's Day since she has passed, I dedicate a new list... Mom's Picnic List!
Mom loved picnics and she raised her kids to appreciate the simple pleasures of food, family and friends in the great out of doors.
I will spend a year reflecting on as many past picnics as I can remember. But, I'll also
appreciate the here and now by creating new picnic experiences. My goal is to share at least 60 picnic memories, since that's how many years Mom was a mom!
Let the picnics begin!