I feel certain that there will be other beautiful, golden, days of Indian summer, yet to come. But the fact remains that there is but a finite number of them left, each to be cherished, but quick to pass away. This past Sunday was such a day. A day spent on and in the water, soaking up as much sunshine and vitamin D as we could.

The plan had been for a full-out camping weekend, but the rain kept us home Friday night and to our regular errands on Saturday. But Sunday we made the trip out to the lake, where we were to stay. We met up with a group of friends and took canoes, kayaks, and rafts out to an island for a picnic lunch.

We got in a bit of swimming. Perhaps the last of the year? I find myself wondering which time will be the last. And a good bit of boating. Steve and I took the little one on his maiden voyage around the lake, a trip that he greatly enjoyed. Everyone took turns in the various crafts, borrowed from friends and neighbors.

And it was a very fine day indeed.