boats and boats

Before summer officially ended, there was one last happening needed to be had. The weekend before last, before the official start of Fall, my Dad and I set sails (figuratively, since we no longer sail over) and spent a weekend in Catalina on our boat. 

My first sail trip was before I could walk and it was love at first sight because I still can't get enough - the open sea, smell of salty air and dreamy waves enchant me still. (This is assuming I can remember my first trip when I was merely one.) Here are a few photos of the last strings of summer spent on our boat.

last, but not least, Hermie, who we found on the ocean floor, not the beach.