We really fill up on summer weekends. There are picnic tables spread throughout, but we also have four picnic shelters. A lot of people just enjoy sitting on a blanket on the ground.

When I have to replace my picnic tables, that's criminal,

Well, while you were in the bathroom, I sat down at this picnic table here in Bumblefug, Kentucky, and noticed that someone had carved that GOD HATES FAG, which, aside from being a grammatical nightmare, is absolutely ridiculous. So I'm changing it to 'God Hates Baguettes.' It's tough to disagree with that. Everybody hates baguettes.

A murky weekend is the ideal excuse to pack up a picnic basket and enjoy the great outdoors.

When summer rolls around, “eating out” takes on a whole new meaning.

Among the delights of Summer were picnics to the woods.