I'll continue my August retrospective with some happy outdoor memories.
One would be hiking with my brother by the "lake" that isn't currently a lake -- I know that
looks like water behind him but it is actually dense deep weeds in the sun.
We did find some water on that hike, off the trail and down to the creek that fed the lake. There was almost enough to skip stones...and I was with a champion stone skipper!
On the hottest afternoon of the whole week we took off for a
real lake, racing across the burning beach to get to the --ahhhh--cool water.
We floated up and down with the gentle waves and wondered where everyone else was.
Wouldn't you think on a fine hot afternoon like this that the water would be full of folks? We swam, waded, built sandy structures, and pretty much had the place to ourselves. One of us sat in the shade up on the hill with a good book, and I am NOT sharing the picture of the chair that ripped apart when I joined her and sat down in it.
Hot? You need something cold. Cold and sweet. So many choices, it was hard to decide...
but, YUM, when you got exactly the best flavor ever!