Campfire at the End of All Things

Oh, not really the end of all things. Just at the end of summer. But it seemed like summer ended very suddenly this year because we went to Canada and it was like we were in some world out of time—and then we got back and everything schedule-y and Fall-y immediately started up again! It felt like we didn't even have time to take a breath! So a pause on Labor Day was very welcome, and provided us a moment to stop and remember that we really had had a lovely summer.

Sometimes Labor Day is a little chilly, but not this one—it was warm even after it got dark, and the crickets in the canyon were deafening! We forgot the hot dog buns, but Abe and I made an emergency run to the 7-11 at the mouth of the canyon and got all they had—hamburger buns—which worked just fine.
They took out the playground at this picnic area (why? why?) but there's still a wooden walkway which is fun to run back and forth on, I guess.
North-going Zax and South-going Zax. I don't think they actually collided this time!
Ziggy seemed to feel that it was a sober, solemn thing to sit in a little chair just his size.
Would that more of us took our sitting duties so seriously.
You can see Ziggy's steady progression from Rather Mildly Grubby to Quite Alarmingly Dirty in these pictures. I just try not to think about it, while it's happening.
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