Le Dejeuner sur l’Herbe, only with way more dirt than herbe, Berkeley, CA.
After a harrowing tour through a poison oak hedge — okay, maybe I’m exaggerating, but only a little, and no, nobody got any, thanks to Baba’s code red terror alert vigilance (“Don’t even LOOK at the verdant splendor at the side of the trail, children! Â Hands where I can see them! And no zig-zagging!”) — we spread out the picnic blanket in the middle of the first, wide fire trail we saw. Â From this spot we were ideally positioned to greet the mountain biking, hiking, and horse-riding passers-by. (“Greetings! No poison oak here, no siree! Have a nice day!”)