I turned my phone on this morning when I got to work and looked at the date: August 14. August 14!! That meant that the month of August was almost halfway over. That meant that July was long gone. That meant that the cold temperatures this morning that led to yoga in socks was going to start being the norm rather than the exception.
Camp ends at the end of this week. Kids go back to school. The skunk cabbage is long gone and the sun took it's sweet time peaking over the ridge on the frigid ride in this morning that almost saw me start the coast down to Gothic in a down jacket.
Fall. Summer is done. It made me a little sad because this one flew. We reach our 14 day camping limit at our current spot tomorrow so it's time to move again. It seems like just yesterday I drove up the valley, found the one dry spot under a giant canopy of trees and set our tent up on the most even ground I could. Another 14 day stint done. The next one will take us into September.
September brings changing leaves, frosty mornings, possibly the first snow. October will be here before I know it and another riding season will come to a close. I remember when summer vacation used to be endless, winter break an eternity. When did time start moving so fast?