Summer is one of those things that defies the laws of nature and physics. By the calendar, it stretches on for several months. It’s every bit as long as winter, spring, and fall. But it’s not really, is it? If it were, it wouldn’t be over already.
I did things this summer. Really great things.
I drove across Washington, Idaho, and part of Canada. It was gorgeous.
I wrote my second book. That was hard and I don’t really want to talk about it, but it’s also why I stopped writing this blog for the summer.
I spent three days camping and climbing at Seneca Rocks. Summitting will probably be one of my Top 10 Favorite Life Moments forever. One of these days I’ll write about that time I got stuck in the chimney.
I took my kids camping, twice.
I went hiking with my sister, who was visiting from China.
And then, suddenly, it was over. I only did about half as much as I wanted to.
Oh, well. At least Fall is right around the corner, and that’s at least twice as long as summer, right?