Steve and I had been telling Jan & Peter how spectacular the hiking was along the Pink Granite Coast so we took advantage of the nice weather and went this afternoon.  We parked in the exact same lot, we walked the exact same trail, we ended up in the exact same town (where there was ice cream) and we took the exact same short-cut back to the car.  It was still fabulous the second time, and Jan and Peter really liked it, too.

                                                      

This time, we brought along some snacks and our new picnic tablecloth, and ate against an amazing background and were entertained by the seagulls who were more than excited to be getting fed.

     

Jan and I rolled up our sleeves and readied ourselves for dinner prep by having our “people” pour us some wine.  We were all salivating over the promised roasted chicken.  We took the bag out of the fridge, we fought with the sticky tape to get the bag undone, we lifted our prize bird out of the bag and ITS NECK AND HEAD FLOPPED OUT FROM UNDERNEATH ONE WING!!! And that, friends, resulted in a whole lot of screeching and hysterical laughter.

    

There was no cleaver within the kitchen utensils to give it a good chop against the board, so I had to saw the bloody thing off with the serrated bread knife!!!  Mission accomplished, we slathered on Rudie’s leftover BBQ sauce and popped it into the oven along with some potatoes, carrots, and garlic cloves.  The chicken turned out to be a little older than we might have liked it, as it was a bit chewy.  But, served up with our roasted veggies, a mache salad, and a Kouign Amann for dessert, we really couldn’t complain.

Another awesome day.