Labor Day weekend is supposed to mark the end of summer. In some small, but tangible ways, this weekend felt like the end of summer and this morning like the beginning of fall.
Saturday we went to Silverwood Theme Park. We rode the roller coasters and made a half-hearted attempt to enjoy the water park. We sort of knew going in but standing in line with hordes of people isn’t really our scene. We ran errands and came back to the valley with a car full of stuff (like always) and six 10′ copper pipes hanging out the passenger window (future curtain rods), we’re special like that.
Sunday, I drove to Montana for Andee’s bachelorette party. It was wonderful to just relax and hang out with a bunch of girls. We sat on a dock at Seeley Lake, drank prosecco from the bottle, ate Bayburgers, swam a bit, and relaxed. Leaving Andee’s house I realized I had to turn on the headlights. In the summertime with our 10pm onset of darkness, I never have to drive in the dark. Fall is coming.
I met up with Jeanna and Mike to catch up a bit before leaving Missoula. It was good to see some old friends and relax over pizza.
On the drive back to Mullan, I was treated to a lightning show. There was even rain. I haven’t seen rain in a long time. At home, I crawled into bed and we watched the storm over the ridge. We talked quietly as the sky flashed, usually we never talk at night. Days apart are good for talking.
And this morning? It was grey and decidedly not summery. I’m not ready for winter, but I think I am ready for fall. This summer has not been the awesome amazing over-the-top fun-filled one I’d hoped for (but it’s been good), it’s been busy, happy, and full of life building: we’ve worked hard on the house and the cabin, got engaged, and become more integrated into the community.
Bring on fall, bring on cool mornings and nights, let the tamaracks change color, and pull out the sweaters and hats.
After I get one more summery weekend. 🙂