Ahhhhhh, summer. You’re almost over – tomorrow is officially the first day of fall. And while I’m ready to welcome my favorite season, I’d be remiss if I didn’t give my very-close-second favorite the sendoff that it deserves.
I’ve written here before that, while I live in the temperate Mid-Atlantic region now, I still have something of a New York mentality when it comes to summer fun. I’m used to waiting impatiently all year for what inevitably turns out to be far too short of a warm season, and to squeezing every minute of fun that I can possibly get out of these few months of the year. Even in Virginia, where the days are long and warm into October, I can’t help myself – I pack every weekend with activity and drag the family out to make memories several times a week. Someone stop me!
On Memorial Day weekend, we welcomed the high summer season with a visit to a lavender farm, a stroll through Jones Point Park, and lots of pleasant wandering around Old Town. We made the rounds of the playgrounds and ate delicious Mexican food with Zan and Paul, who were in town visiting.
The next weekend, Steve went out of town for a boys’ getaway to celebrate a friend’s fortieth birthday. I was on solo parent duty and spent most of the five days of his absence running to and from the nanny, school and work – and then Peanut came down with a vicious case of strep. No fun at all! But we did manage to get out for some fun on that Saturday. I might be insane, but I took both kids to the zoo by myself. We visited with the great cats, pandas, elephants and more and the kids had way too much fun in the splash pad.
As soon as Steve returned, I left – for two days of practice group meetings at my firm’s Chicago office. It was mostly workshops and networking, but I did manage to squeeze in a little time for myself. I set my alarm early on Friday morning and headed out for just shy of four miles of Chicago sightseeing before making my way to the office and then the airport.
With a couple of weeks to spend at home before our travel schedule heated up, we explored the summer fun in northern Virginia. We put in some quality time at our local community pool and found a new favorite activity – the splash pad! We were there almost every weekend, unless we were out of town.
And we also spent a lot of time here – on the back patio, tending to our garden. It was a little slapstick sometimes, but we had fun and learned some stuff.
In late June, summer travel began in earnest! We spent a weekend on Virginia Beach visiting with my BFF Rebecca, her fiancé Eric, and their family. We even got to be there to wish a certain Buffalo friend’s little nephew a happy second birthday in person, and to see his mom’s adorable baby bump! (Congratulations on your upcoming promotion to big brother status, Hudson!)
And just two weeks later, we packed up the car again and headed to New York for the fourth of July weekend, which we spent at my parents’ Adirondack camp. Nothing better!
Climbed our third Adirondack high peak.
Took the kayak out for a paddle on the Sacandaga… (#paddlethedacks)
Sailed with my cousin Jocelyn and some family friends…
Rambunctiously wished America a happy birthday…
And stared in awe at a golden Adirondack sunset.
The very next weekend, we spent the day at a motor sports park in West Virginia watching Steve race a Porsche supercar around their track – his “big” Christmas present from 2016. He absolutely loved it – and so did Nugget, who has proudly been telling everyone we meet that his daddy drives race cars.
We kept the paddling fun coming at Fletcher’s Cove – now that we knew the kids could be trusted to duff, there was no keeping us off the water!
And – kuplink, kuplank, kuplunk! – we picked blueberries at Butler’s Orchard in Germantown, Maryland…
Which were later turned into pie.
We swam in the community pool a lot.
And then we flew to California for the wedding of a dear friend, followed by a family reunion!
We had some epic adventures (stories continue every Friday!)…
And flew home over the Grand Canyon.
We visited with our heroes.
And we bid farewell to summer from the sunflower fields.
Bon voyage, summer of ’17! You’ve been sun-baked and sweet. And now, fall, you can start anytime.