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.
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.
Four weeks after the summer solstice, we took advantage of a break in the heat and took an after-lunch hike.
Three weeks after the summer solstice, we once again walked the trail, this time in a surly mood.
