Every summer morning begins with the promise of infinite possibility. The long hours stretch out ahead of you, sunset so far away it might never come. Summer vacation lives in muscle memory, and every day feels like the first day after the last day of school. The question, then, is what will you do with these days, these long, glorious summer days?
swimming holes
Not to be confused with their cousins—lakes, ponds, and coves—swimming holes are where creeks pause to gather themselves and think deep thoughts. Often secret, frequently private, the best are curtained by trees or rimmed by crags, lending a sense of collection or boundary, like an outdoor room with just one wall. Generations come, generations go, jumping off rocks, drinking cans of beer, lowering one’s temperature to a more manageable degree, resetting life with the assurance of the downstream flow.
milkshakes South Africa Ah, the first pull of milkshake through a straw, bought at a pass-through window from a
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