It doesn’t feel like August.

In fact, it is 54 degrees this morning. Yep, 54. I am wearing long pants, socks and a sweatshirt. It is 11 degrees colder than the typical Idaho August morning and 23 degrees colder than the usual afternoon high of 77.

So…is summer over? It would seem that way. I look out the windows and think, “Uh-oh. October.”

And on the upside? This cold weather might kill the rest of the yellow jackets. Banjo Man has been diligent carrying out his murderous rampage. He even counts the dead bodies when he empties the trap. He will proudly tell you that he has eliminated almost a thousand.

Go, Banjo Man!

And what else is happening here? We are getting ready for Cabin Fest 3, which will take place in a couple of weeks. Otherwise known as the annual reunion of the Cougar Creek Band, it’s quite the afternoon. Despite having no electricity and no running water, a party at the cabin works just fine.

Last year four generations enjoyed the music. Four generations!!

Everyone is practicing their songs. The anticipation builds…