One Last Summer Day, Somewhere Else

I may soon be forced to admit (perhaps even in this very sentence!) that we've been out of town this weekend.  If you're a burglar, however (and you're not; I trust you implicitly), you should be aware that our house is being guarded in our absence by a large man and a loud dog.  Bark, Tuffy, bark!

Tomorrow night I'll tell you outright where we've been and what we've been up to, but in the meantime here are a few more visual clues, summer fun division:



This kid really knows how to relax at summer's end.



And so does this kid.



Me, I hung out for a while in this creepy old house...



...and didn't even mind that I never met my host face to face.



I did meet this guy, though. Aloha!

Karen