Growing up, part of my extended family lived in the Pacific Northwest. Almost yearly, my family made the trek in our 1988 Suburban to visit family and explore what nature had to offer. Armed with our Walkman and travel games, we hit the open road, often taking a dirt road, just to see where it led. We eagerly shouted and pointed out any wildlife we could see from our designated seats (with enough room between, so as not to pester each other).
My favorite times on these trips were at sunset and dusk. It started to cool down, we’d had a busy day of adventuring, and everything was getting quiet. What is your favorite part of sweet summer time?