Picnics...

Every moment we aren't strapped into a Jeep and hanging precariously onto the sides of mountains is spent picnicking.

Here is Z, chowing down after her idyllic adventure of swimming with leeches.
Yes, leaches. Gah!

Here we are at our fave wild mushroom hunting spot.

Grandma is holding the chair so that Q doesn't fall off the slope. We are all about the safety. Not pictured? Open flames. And sharp sticks holding lots of ill-refrigerated processed meat. Parents of the year.