One year ago, up in the North Carolina/Tennessee mountains, we stopped at a rest stop. The rest stop had to be cut out of the mountains and it's the welcoming stop for North Carolina. When I first saw it last year, I said, "That's a perfect spot for a picnic lunch." It's a running joke between my wife and I. I used to have these picnic lunches at rest stops on vacation when I was a kid, and there's nothing more fun than egg salad sandwiches with flies and bees circling around you. Still, I enjoyed them, but my wife has never liked them.
I was shocked one day earlier when my wife suggested we make sandwiches and have a picnic lunch. I thought I was being tricked, but she meant it. Below is the picture I took with the two of us that she finally agreed I could use. I have to learn how to take a selfie with my eyes open.
I took a second picture which shows the scenery, but it also shows a little bit of her hair sticking up on the bottom. It's a nice touch, don't you think?
Finally, the picture below shows the table that we ate at and the trees behind it. From now on, every time we pass this rest stop I'm going to say, "There's our picnic paradise." I may tone it down a bit so I have a chance of eating there again.
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