As you’ve probably already guessed, I’m a big fan of fall. You may even go so far as to say a super fan. Borderline obsessed? Yeah, probably.Although my scale is heavily weighted toward the season of autumnal bliss, I do enjoy the summer months as well. There’s something kind of magical about those long summer nights spent surrounded by the BBQ, tall glass of iced whatever in your hand. Days spent poolside, soaking up those warm summer rays, or just laying out in your backyard pretending you’re poolside. Ha…guilty. Yes, magic indeed; however, these bright, warm summer days have gently begun folding into cuddly, crisp fall ones. I ain’t complaining. But not gonna lie, I will miss sitting out on the porch, glass of wine within reach, watching the warm sun paint the sky orange sherbet as it fades behind the horizon. Is it just me, or are summer sunsets just the best? While yes, summer is coming to an end, there are still a handful of weeks left to enjoy it! Three-ish weeks, to be semi-exact. That’s almost an entire month—think of all the end of summer adventures you can still plan! As a matter of fact, my boyfriend and I just got back from what you could call the ultimate “goodbye summer” adventure—camping!Camping is by far my favorite summertime activity. It leaves me feeling nostalgic, whole, and completely connected to myself. I don’t know, something about smelling like campfire for a week afterwards just makes me happy. It was a quick trip—we left Friday after work and returned Sunday afternoon—but it was a relaxing and rejuvenating one. We cooked our food on the open fire, and we played chess—kind of. We drank wine out of plastic cups and ate a ridiculous amount of s’mores. We gazed up at the glittering, endless night sky; so vast I was sure it was going to swallow me whole. We couldn't have asked for better camping neighbors. They told us funny stories and fed us homegrown zucchini cooked on the grill. Um, yum! These are the same neighbors who lent us camping chairs, after discovering that we had forgotten to pack our own. Camping without camping chairs?!? Whaaa? Yes, I know—Epic. Fail. Funny in hindsight, but not so much when I realized there would be no sitting around the campfire, but instead three feet away at our picnic bench, freezing our butts off. Thank you Camping Gods for good neighbors! According to my man, this was a “super car” camping trip. To this Eagle Scout, who has backpacked his butt from here to Timbuktu, any other form of camping (especially the drive in kind) is basically “glamping”. He wasn’t too thrilled about the idea at first, but by the time we packed up to head home, he was making a mental checklist of all the things we needed to bring on our next go-round—air mattress included. I’d say that this, coming from the same guy who laughed at me when I packed hand towels, is the ultimate score! Super car camping or not, it was exactly what I needed to say bye-bye to summer and kick my butt into full-Fall mode. Not like I needed much help there, but still, it was a nice parting gesture. Some other summer-parting ideas:Host a Farewell Summer block party, or bbq hangout. Invite all the cool kids and toast to the end of another awesome August. Plan a last minute, weekend camping trip to a local campground. If there aren’t any local places to head to, consider pitching a tent in the backyard. Make s’mores in the oven and stay up late telling ghost stories around a flashlight. Best part! It’s okay if you forget the camping chairs! The walk to your garage may be a little scary after those creepy stories, but it’s probably manageable. Project a movie onto an outside wall and have a backyard movie night. Or, skip the fuss and go to the drive-in. Is that still even a thing? I hope so.Beach day (or lake, or river, or backyard kiddy pool)! Pack up some towels, the kids, the dogs, your aunt and uncle too, and head for the water. Don’t forget the sunscreen! Pack a picnic and head to the park. Lay out on a picnic blanket and soak in those glorious rays. Pro tip: bring some wine and plastic cups. If you want to get really fancy, you can even bring plastic wine cups. Saying farewell to summer doesn't have to be a sad affair for you warm-weather lovers out there. Get your crew together and plan some end of summer shenanigans—how much can you pack into three-ish weeks? And ugh, don’t mind me…I’ll just be over here, in a sweater, scarf and cozy socks, a candle lit, book and chai latte in hand, patiently waiting for the fall equinox. Oh, and with Hocus Pocus playing—on repeat—duh.
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