In a moment of desperation to enjoy the last few days of Summer, the Coach and I loaded up the Troops and headed to the farm for the weekend.
Who could have known that the 106 temperatures would vanish, a cool breeze would arrive, and we would have a weekend with a little rain and highs in the low 90's.
Granddad added a floating dock to the pond - and it was the highlight of the weekend. The kids would swim out there and then jump off. Climb back up, jump off. Repeat. Five hundred times.
So much fun.
In reality, I think it made coming home and getting ready for school a bit more depressing.
But at least we have the memories. . .