After the cemetery, we drove for about an hour looking for the perfect spot for our picnic, but it was nowhere to be found. Finally, when we were all so hungry we were getting ready to gnaw off our own hands, we found it in an old pioneer homestead sitting on the banks of Snake Creek complete with plaques containing stories and poems written by and about the original homesteaders and their families, a creamery, an orchard, and a gigantic fir tree with a soft cushion of pine compost underneath and branches overhanging the creek. Moses and Cecily were in heaven, and all of the adults were as well. Even the lively squirrels were extra magical, and the birds were plentiful and visible. Emily said it was like being inside a cross between Anne of Green Gables and Little House on the Prairie.
For feasting, we had a number of delicious items: I made bread in the morning (my Aunt Annie's French bread recipe with sesame seeds) and brought the leftover London Broil from Sunday dinner for roast beef sandwiches and an assortment of mustards, jams, and my favorite pickles. We stacked our sandwiches on location, an for accompaniment ate crudite, fresh fruit, potato chips, Lula's fabulous chocolate chip cookies, and, last but not least, Red Vines in classic red and black.
It was a really, really perfect day, surrounded by the Wasatch mountains, a trickle of water, and a lot of inspiring memories.