last day of summer vacation

The last day of summer vacation deserves an adventure of some sort.  Or so the boys decided.  And we agreed.  So we took one on the lake this evening.

I got to spend the first half hour sitting here.  By myself.  In the quiet.  (Yes.)

I know I'm tapped in to some sort of inner happiness when I notice heart-things.  Heart stones, heart leaves, heart shapes of water on wood.  I found this stone just before the rest of my crew showed up.  Perfect timing.  Because here they were. 

                                    (notice the missing tooth)

We paddled out to the island.  Which was now named "Wild Cat Island" (for the book we're currently reading outloud: Swallows and Amazons by Arthur Ransom, 1930).  Big brother was Captain John, I was Mate Susan, the Daddy was Able-Seaman Titty, and little brother was Boy Roger.  Together we sailed about the island and along the land, spying on the "natives".

And like a good Mate, I packed the necessary provisions to celebrate the end of this lovely lovely lovely summer. 

(BLT sandwiches.  Yes.)

May you enjoy these last days of summer!

Comments

[Cheap Airlines]

Great pictures captured by you. I am also thinking about making an adventure trip with my friends in these winter. I like the experience you shared in the post.