Taken last weekend, this is our last campfire of the summer. We may take the pop-up (fondly dubbed The Fifth Baby) out again next month before we sprinkle it with mothballs to keep the vermin out during the winter. Sigh. Where did the summer go? And why did it run away from us so quickly?

And this is Doc sitting by the fire holding tight to 16-month-old Lucy. She’s doing great, by the way. Her belly and legs show no trace of any burns. Thanks be to God. You may remember what happened back when the summer was new and we were camping for the first time this year. I’ll gladly leave that memory behind. Except the helicoper ride. That was fun.