My time will be coming to an end glamping over this coming weekend, as the work will be all done back at the pied de terre. I always meet the end of summer with melancholy. I enjoy all the seasons, but the summer is by far my favorite...hell, even Uptonking deemed me the Patron Saint of Summer....which I would say is most fitting. Boy I love that man. I always get a major case of the sads when summer ends...I do believe each year when it ends, another piece of me goes with it. I will miss all my friends I see in the summer at the campground for another year. It has been a most unusual summer as I didn't go on any big vacations abroad...but thank goodness for glamping... and the Poconos this summer. I couldn't imagine enduring a fall, and then a long winter hibernation without ever getting out in the summer. Goodness knows what the pandemic will bring for autumn and winter. It was good to get up here, and even though low key, still met some great new friends and nothing like nature to calm and sooth my savage side.
Glowing lights put up for RBG.
Matt, the gentleman who had me for drinks last week in the tear drop.
An art installation!!!
When first timer folk show up, it is a custom there to take off your underwear and add them to the underwear tree.
Divas of the camp, Aurora Bearlieas, Porcha, Heidi Ho, and Polla Frost. And you know it's a gay campground when....
Over the weekend we were happy and very surprised when Max Emerson and his hubby stopped in for a return visit to glamp!
Friend, Lucas...so long till next year.
Now as is tradition and custom here on this blog, is my summer ending anthem. Every year, yet again...Lana Del Rey's song, always seems to sum up my mood, as the Patron Saint of Summer hangs it up for another year....
