The plan, however, was thrown a little off kilter when we arrived at the river and saw a man with a gun.
Crank the engine back on, pull on to the road, and get the heck out of there.
Tout de suite.
Next, we decided to maybe find a nice little (gun-free) field off the highway instead of the river. After a few wrong turns and a really long dirt road that didn't have enough room to turn around on, we found the most beautiful field I have ever seen.
It was set against a radiant sunset, stretching as far left and right as we could see. We hopped a fence, ran straight to the center of that sea of grass, stretched out a sheet, turned on some swing-era jazz.
On the menu: mediterranean pressed picnic sandwiches, apples, and chocolate-dipped strawberries.
The pictures absolutely do not do the setting justice, and I had the sweetest friend imaginable with me.
After all, what is more quintessentially summer than a picnic in the fading light?