This is a season of "lasts." Today we ate our last Liberty Burger of the summer in Jackson, and said goodbye to our favorite waitress, who knows our order. Yesterday was the last ribeye I grilled on the gas BBQ, and today I cleaned the equipment and stored it for the winter.
We had a last Rocky Mountain Seafood dinner a couple of nights ago, with local friends. Tomorrow, after loading the truck, we will have our last Mexican meal of the summer. Last, last, last....
High country summer is coming to a close, for the 30+th time. Summers here are very nearly perfect. One of these years we'll be too decrepit to come back in the spring, and that will be much more than sad.
