they encourage picnicking and much drinking of wine.
it began with soft green grass, a hint of breeze, talking and laughter floating from our blanket and the surrounding blankets, the sweet smokey scent from the tiki torches and a grand view of the blue ridge with the promise of a spectacular sunset. picnic perfection, i'm telling you.
and then this:
sudden loud claps of thunder and bolts of lightning followed by a downpour and the mad dash to the parking lot.