That's No Picnic Table. THIS is a Picnic Table!

The life of our picnic table is an ever-changing one. When we moved into our country home, there was a table already provided at our part of the river. Then one day, it was gone! It had been stolen! Someone had climbed out of the river, pushed our table into the water, and floated it down to a popular river spot downstream.

In our stolen table's stead, a large work table that was already on our property was moved into place. After Handy Dandy Drew installed a sturdy bench, it was almost something to be proud of and certainly something to protect; thus, Catrin chained it to a tree.

Months later, I got the itch to improve it just a bit more. Unfortunately, without any way to run electricity to the river, I sanded that sucker by hand! With just a glove, sandpaper, and determination, this behemoth started looking presentable.

^Amish-style results. Ignore battery powered radio.

Once sanding was over, the lovely Michelle helped me prime and paint this sucker [with swim breaks in between coats]. I stenciled on the finishing touches and BAM! Those thieves may have won a battle, but we won the war! I really hope this one doesn't get stolen.

Exhausted. Filthy. Thrilled.