There was a group of serious picnickers at Wolf's Hollow County Park in Cochranville this beautiful fall afternoon. There were two men, four women and a tiny leashed dog. The men went ahead to see if the desired picnic tables were free. They set off, each carrying portable chairs and rolling a large wheeled cooler, and a few minutes later hollered back that the tables were unoccupied, and the ladies should join them. The women followed, each carrying two chairs, slung over their shoulders, and bags full of food. I got the sense they'd done this once or twice before.
I spotted something at the park I hadn't noticed before, the "Boathouse Ruins." It's basically just three low stone walls, but what an evocative name: doesn't it conjure up a Victorian-era picnic with ladies in white dresses with parasols and mustachioed gentlemen in boater hats?
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