The magic of food has been around us all week. Having two chefs in camp hasn't hurt our situation in the least. We've been having picnic food; it has been record-breaking hot. Today the temperatures dropped ten degrees and we picked up a brisk wind off the water. White caps kept the canoes at dock, so we turned on the oven, and popped in a big pork roast. Laurie briefly mentioned "winter food" with scorn but it disappeared in record time.