Well, we did it. On a chilly, overcast morning a week after the autumnal equinox, we hit the trail with the tallest member of our family for our fifty-second walk.
On the autumnal equinox, in 85-degree, sunny weather, we took our fifty-first weekly walk. For the first time, we forgot hats.
We hiked our fiftieth hike twelve weeks after the summer solstice. Only two more to go until we’ve finished the full year, and only one more until astronomical autumn (unless we hike late this week, in which case number fifty was our last summer hike).
On Labor Day, eleven weeks after the summer solstice, we took an afternoon family hike, my spouse, the two kids, and me.
Ten weeks after the summer solstice, we took our friend Linda hiking again.
Nine weeks after the summer solstice, and it’s still summer, although the season seems to be growing a little stale.
Eight weeks after the summer solstice, we took my sister for a walk.
Seven weeks after the summer solstice, and we’re back to full-on drought.
Six weeks after the summer solstice, and we got to hike in the rain!
It’s five weeks after the summer solstice, and while I’m not about to complain about the heat since so far we can still get by without running the air conditioner if we don’t mind sweating a bit (which we don’t…usually), I will admit that the lack of rain is starting to get to me.