The September sun is beating down as I navigate the boat towards the launch.  The spray coming off the waves is warm, not the shocking cold, I’ve come to expect.  The lake is busy with other boaters pulling tubes and skiers. ‘This is all wrong,’ I think to myself, ‘we should be going wakeboarding, not pulling the boat out for the season.’

September is arguably one of the nicest months to be at the cabin, at least that’s what I’ve been told from our neighbours.  I have yet to experience this warm weather phenomenon.  Once the kids are back in school, our lives become immersed in mainland activities: piano lessons, choir and later skiing.

Normally our close-up weekend is tied into an early annual Thanksgiving dinner with our cottage neighbours, but the timing doesn’t work out for us this year, so we decided to close up the cabin while the weather was still nice.  Big mistake.

It’s hard to put away the toys when it’s still daylight - sunlight in fact.  Taking the ladder off the dock means no more swimming.  And then there’s the dock.  Brand new and floating upright. It’s already for the mooring whips.  The new floats mean more people at happy hour or at least drier feet.   “This just seems all wrong,” I say to Bill.  “The weather is so nice.  The cottage is all fixed up and we barely got a chance to enjoy it.”  He agrees.

The truth is, and this happens every year, I’m not ready to say good bye to summer - the parties, the swimming, the campfires and especially the toys.  It’s like Peter Pan returning from never-never land.  I have to grow up and assume my adult responsibilities.  The schedule, the routine and this year a new job.

I wonder if the neighbours would mind if I started a fire in the back yard and roasted some marshmallows - just for old times sake?

Cheers,

Julie

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