The kids do impromptu picnics at impromptu times for impromptu reasons. With whatever portable food they can find or make, they pack their randonnée backpack.
( Randonnée sack, four buck fiddy at Decathalon. I love Decathlon. )
Once the picnic packs are packed, they grab a talkie walkie and set out. Otto tweets in, not unlike his father, often. This day, Otto and Z and Lumi went out to Colorado. Colorado is the paddocked we named because it was high. I walked them out, they ate then we left Otto behind to finish his meal. I usually don’t walk them to the picnic spot, they find one, but puppy and three-year-old needed a chaperone or they needed to chaperone my worries. I have no doubt that Z will make it there and back again.
By city standards, they go far. By farm standards, I’m trying to shake my city standards. I love that the kids can enjoy a picnic in the middle of nowhere and find their way back.