Barb and I were in desperate need of a vacation, winter cold or not.
We tossed sleeping bags, tent, Outback Oven, and warm clothes into the trunk of our car. As an afterthought, we included an electric sandwich maker my mother had given us. And then we headed east with no destination in mind.
Somewhere close to noon, we stopped at a pavilion that occupied a shoreline of Lake of the Woods. We were prepared for a cold lunch from makings we’d bought some fifty miles back. However, whomever was in charge of winterizing our pavilion had failed to switch off the AC power.
Out came the sandwich maker and we dined in style.
So did the hungry Stellar Blue Jay that become quite bold by the time we were packing up to leave.