Why is it that the best picnics are unplanned? Whenever I plan a picnic, it rains, or it's too cold, or I can't find my picnic blanket I bought for that purpose, or I get called into work.
The other day we stopped at Kookatsoon Lake on our way home from Whitehorse. It was 20 degrees, blue sky with light fluffy clouds, we had the whole place to ourselves and I had my lunch in a cooler which I hadn't eaten, so I called Rich and we a lovely impromptu picnic. Oscar threw rocks in the lake and played on the slide and merry-go-round. Rich and I soaked up some rays and enjoyed the view. The only downside is the mutant Yukon mosquito which is about double the size of the average Ontario mozzie and sound like small aircraft. Fortunately they are slow and dumb and easy to swat!
This lake is about 15 minutes towards Whitehorse from where we live. I feel so happy and blessed to have this summer here. I feel like I will look back on these memories as the best time of my life.
They say that people who come to the Yukon either love it or hate it. From what I've seen, this appears to be true. Count me on the "love it" side!