I can't think of a lovelier way to end the summer than a minitrip to Grand Lake. That's a lie. I can think of one lovelier way to end the summer: a minitrip to Grand Lake with the Pitcher-Davis family. No internet, unpaved roads, bad cell service. It was perfect. All you could do was read, talk, kayak, and yell at moos(e(es?(ii?))). . . sometimes I wish my whole life was like that. There are more lovely things to say about our little venture out west, but I'm too tired to write any of them out just now. All I can muster at the moment is gratitude for the opportunity to bask in the exuberant serenity which suffuses every niche in that beatific corner of earth.