Fricassee

OK, all you militant vegetarians can stop reading now as I'm going to wax poetic about chicken fricassee.  In Catholic grade school, first and second grades, everyone's favorite hot meal was the chicken fricassee.  That includes me.  I didn't often get to buy the hot meal due to the high cost (.25 cents) but the 2 or 3 times per year the lunch ladies threw down with fricassee I was right there.  It was tender, smooth with creamy gravy and biscuits.

Well, that's what the area was like today.  We may want to consider renaming the area if this keeps up.  The good news is it will be even better tomorrow.  That's right; Mark and new groomer guy Fred are planning to be out there bright and early Saturday morning to buff things out for you all.

Speaking of biscuits, a gentle reminder to the dog owners to clean up after your pooches.  There's a bunch of pooch-poo lying around right by the trailhead.  Yuck.

See you at the area tomorrow; and bring your forks.