I called it a picnic. For some reason the climbing gear got tossed in just because.
Did a little climbing on some cliffs of dubious ownership Easter afternoon. My oldest boy named the route "Turkey in the Oven" after he sent it.
Finally little bro made his attempt, with close spotting of course. Also the first attempt in socks. The reason for the socks was only known to the three year old:
Wilson Creek area, way north of Moses Lake, Wa. If thats not helpful then just think Eastern Washington...THE STATE.
Went home after the perfect weather gave way to clouds and wind to eat, you guessed it...turkey dinner.