Carl Eppig wrote:The only thing I would change in that scene Karen is a flat granite rock by a woodsy stream.
Not to hijack the thread, but this describes my first official date with Gail, the first time she visited me in East Tennessee. Only the flat granite boulder was IN the small river, and we got honked at by every car that crossed the nearby bridge. All we were doing was enjoying the picnic food and wine. Well, maybe they thought we were enjoying it a bit too much?