I am having a pity party. I am not ready for cold-weather Fall, and I am not ready for summer to end. But I can’t deny that I can already feel the August chill creeping in [while I sit here sipping a cup of hot tea and typing this post with one hand]. Fall is coming. I can feel the cold crisp air in the morning, I’m not using my A/C as much, and I noticed my favorite online retailers starting to feature their Fall boots. Summer is departing and I don’t like it.
But I don’t care if Fall decided to make an early arrival; I’m going to act like it’s still summer anyway. My friends and I went camping and braved the chill this past weekend. If this ends up being our last camping trip of the summer [better not be] it was definitely one of the best. We were in one of the most scenic mountain spots that I’ve ever camped in. Tall pines, rushing creek and waterfalls, perfect hammock-hanging Aspen trees, NO bugs, and no tourists. And getting away from Denver every once in a while is much-needed. Especially when you can escape with a good group of friends.
I love our traditional camping leisures; sitting around the fire, eating chili from the can, a little bit of hiking, a little bit of drinking, a lot of exploring, a lot of lazing, dogs hanging out, and this time we decided to start a Flannel club and threw in a birthday piñata. Spending the weekend deep in the woods will always be some of my favorite summer memories. Why can’t I just have an everlasting summer, dammit? Maybe it’s time to move to a warmer climate with only one season…
Oh well. I’m going to live out the rest of my non-everlasting summer as long as possible.