It's the last day of summer vacation, and again this year Callum and I followed our annual tradition of a late-season boat ride. We first did this five summers ago, on Neel's first day of work at his present job, and we've done it every year since. And should you ask: no he was not terribly disappointed to not be with us. Neel + boats = barfy.

This was the boat we took last year. We went with friends on that trip and again this year, but instead of the more sedate Flipper you see here, we took the Rocket-tour of the coast line.

Past the resort area...

to the quieter, Northern beaches where we usually park our towels and chairs. Here we stumbled on some dolphin-y friends.

Up to a requisite coastal lighthouse (or two) before heading out to sea. It was a rocking fast and fun ride, and I'm always reminded of how much fun it is to play at being tourist in our own town. I have to admit to being just the tiniest bit smug when I hear people talking about heading home in a day or two. School may start tomorrow, but this ocean is always here for us.