When does the summer really start for us? Is it when we close the door on our Hadlock house, get in the car and head to the airport? Is it when we get off the plane in Juneau, see Joe for the first time in a month, squeeze into the borrowed car and find Caribou waiting for us on the dock? Or is it when we see our Juneau friends and they say welcome back to your summer life? This year it was heading under the bridge on a clear, calm, Friday evening. Watching the sun set on Juneau. Bound for an anchorage somewhere down the line. Right now we are turning into Taku Harbor. Joe is driving, Ocean is building a Lego creation by headlamp, Monkey is curled under the table. The sky is still is little light. Summer has started.