We just got back from a couple of weeks of camping in Sequoia National Forest. The trip was a transverse of summer and fall – that is the first official day of fall occurred in the middle of our trip. Mother Nature ignored the transverse timing. I ignored it too because time; minutes, hours, days, months and years are man-made tick marks. Since I retired these points in time are irrelevant. I get up with the sun and go to bed at night when I become sleepy. I sleep for as many hours as my body demands, which is now at least 8 hours and sometimes 10 hours. No need for alarm clocks or even a clock.
The best day of the year is the day after Labor Day.
Labor Day weekend is the last hurrah of the summer. For many it is the last picnic, last camping trip, last backpack, or last hike of the year. It is often the 3-day weekend attached to a week or two of summer vacation. Unlike most, I look forward to The Day After Labor Day.