Summertime, summertime

I can smell it in the air, see it in the morning when I leave for work, and almost even sense it in my bones: Summertime is coming to a close in Alaska. Are we ready for Fall? For colors changing, and (more) rain falling, and daylight leaving? It would seem that, for as long as it takes for Summer to get here, it would want to stick around for a while...



We went camping up at a place called Squirrel Creek last week. Sophia gravitated toward the water immediately, but didn't actually see it until she emerged up over a little hill of dirt between it and our campsite. She yelled out, "Oh, WOW!" and looked at us as if to say, "LOOK, what I just FOUND!"

As this was the last thing we did before I returned to work this hitch, I feel like it was my chance to say farewell to the summer. We roasted hotdogs over a fire, and threw rocks into the lake (Isaac skipped rocks, we just threw them). Sophia and I even watched as her daddy landed a beautiful rainbow trout for her to look at (to which, she responded, "fishy, fishy, fishy"). It all seemed to be the perfect way to move into Fall.