Many of my fondest childhood memories include picnics. My mother was a great picnic maker, and we had many growing up. I don’t know how she did it, packing up 5 kids and food, and usually a chocolate cake in one of those portable cake carriers. My mother still laughs when she sees the photo above, taken in 1965 when I was two. In the photo are my grandmother, my three sisters, and that is me on the far left, holding my hotdog at least two feet above the fire. I can’t believe I used to eat those things.
One of my sister’s birthday falls right in the middle of summer, and I must confess that I was always a bit envious. Every year for her birthday we packed a great picnic and headed to the Oregon beaches. (My birthday is in the winter and were always spent indoors with awful weather).
During this last visit home, I asked my mother to take a picnic with me to the beach, recreating those wonderful childhood memories. I requested the traditional picnic fare, which for us was; potato salad, beans, hotdogs and chocolate cake. It has been decades since I ate a hotdog, so we substituted brie with bread for the hotdog.
For this picnic, we headed to Hug Point. We brought Rupert and the usual accoutrements for an Oregon day at the beach; jackets and scarves, even in June.
It turned out to be a beautiful day, but a little windy. We arrived at 10 am, and were the second people there. Dogs are welcome on Oregon beaches, and Rupert had fun exploring.