Dew the Dew

I spent another weekend away from city sights and sounds. Some of us bundled up and stayed on the balcony long after dinner was over and the games were put away. We arranged the chairs in one giant circle and tilted our heads towards the August sky. It's been a long time since I've seen a meteor shower that spectacular. One one thousand, two one thousand, three one thousand...comet tails so long there was definitely enough time to make a wish or two. And then came the encores, their streaking siblings, lingering in the clouds of the milky way until their turn on stage, the Best in Show. Then they were gone. It was the perfect way to begin the end of summer, bundled on a balcony until one in the morning watching nature on parade.

We woke early for a short hike, made pancakes and then rallied for a day on the lake. Pat busted out his wake board skills first. It wasn't long before a boat pulled up along side us and asked if he'd demo a new toy. Little did they know he's a former Dew Tour pro. He did us proud. We skied, boarded and tubed* until we couldn't feel our arms, then packed up and headed home. There aren't many days like yesterday left in the summer.

Last night we headed up the canyon at the last minute. Windows down, we blasted the same soundtrack to our day on the lake. We drove until the road ended and got out of the car. The stars weren't as bright as they were all the way up on the mountainside, but we were far enough away from the city to catch a falling star or two and tuck them in our pockets for the ride home. Ah, endless summer. If only.

*I was instructed by the doc not to do any of the above with my back, but managed to sneak out there on a tube for a joyride, no harm done.