Mark had scouts and the rest of us had nothing scheduled. Isn't nothing scheduled the best thing EVER? We decided after we dropped Mark off, we'd take a walk on our favorite street, Grand Avenue in Everett. (Braeden felt severely misled when we stopped off first for an errand at Lowe's. I said, "Hey, we're still walking...")
It was a beautiful evening and Grand Avenue never disappoints.
When we picked up Mark we were all munching on a bag of crisp snap peas, the weird fried cracker type. I don't really like them but they are sort of addicting at the same time.
Adam offered Mark some and a few minutes later Mark handed up the empty bag. I must have looked somewhat alarmed and by way of explanation, Mark recited a maxim of scouting, "Leave no trace."
I'm just not sure it's supposed to be applied to food.