One of the wonderful traditions at SV Poetry is the Wednesday afternoon softball game and trip to Meeks Bay on Lake Tahoe for a swim, a walk and a good old-fashioned picnic. It’s a great way to break up the week and have some fun, even though there’s still a poem to be written for the next morning’s session. I love the softball game and brought two mitts that my husband so generously loaned me. In 2003 we were rained out for both the game and the picnic (the only day it rained all week), so this year I was grateful that the sun shone and the heat was not too overwhelming. Although we rallied in the final inning to bring the score to something like 7 to 5, the team I was on lost the game. Everyone who wanted to played, from Bob Hass (who pitched and got a hit) to Dash (a 4-year old). It was a great way to get completely out of your head for a few hours and into the physical—and lots of laughter!
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Jill in her quintessential baseball attire. The belle of the basepaths.

Lori, my roommate, an ardent Red Sox fan–didn’t even get dirt on those white pants.

The Peanut Gallery–starring Sarah Maclay!

I was thrilled to get a single and an RBI and the photo to show my husband that I really did get up to bat.

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At the picnic there were three kinds of salad: pasta, green and can’t remember the other…alongwith chips, salsa, drinks, and barbequed beef, chicken or veggie links. My roommates and I were a little late getting there due to a wrong turn that took us half way around the lake, in the wrong direction, but it was such a beautiful day that we didn’t mind. We ended the day back at our house on the hill with ice cream sundaes and a long night of writing.

Lake Tahoe with sailboat.

Our “grillers” Stephen & Melissa

Patty from Vermont

Christine, Ted & Jack. Dig the shirts!