 The two of them are tucking into a picnic of cold grilled chicken sandwiches with mustard mayonnaise on thick slices of fresh rye bread. Some cold beers. A few slices of apricot danish from the bakery over in Marbleton. Maybe some crumbly Canadian cheddar and a box of handmade chocolates. Then both of them shedding all their clothes. His khaki pants and his peppermint shirt. Her padded trousers and her sweater and her quilted waterproof jacket.