It was hot last week. Delightfully hot. Think July-esque hot, but with cooler mornings and much earlier sunsets. Aside from some choppy water it's been one of the best late summers ever.
Early in the week, we passed what we first thought was a napping badger on the side of Hwy 8. It turned out to be a huge skunk and an even huger olfactory treat. Scoring this one on a superficial level would be Car : 1 Skunk : 0, but a more insightful score could be Car : 1 Anyone with a working nose : 0.
With all the summery weather, there was some golf. Late Saturday we took in a quick nine before some predicted weather. After putting the pin back in on four, the words of Caddyshack's Carl Spackler came to mind, "I'd keep playing. I don't think the heavy stuff is gonna come down for quite awhile.". We made it off the course just as a few fat drops smacked the truck's windshield.
The storms we were supposed to get on Saturday night and Sunday which were predicted to deposit a healthy half an inch of rain dropped only a paltry tenth of an inch. We could have used a lot more, but at least the trees are getting more colorful.
If you're not limping by the end of summer, you're not trying hard enough. As summer 2024 ended on Sunday morning, one thing was made clear: We're trying hard enough. Supplies of Ibuprofen, Bactine, and energy drinks are okay and that's good because it currently looks like there'll be another week of so of ski/golf/tennis/swim/dive-able weather left in this year's tank. That should leave enough time to recuperate before next summer, but it's gonna be a close thing.
-Nemo needs just a second to catch his breath before the next run.