It was a gorgeous Adirondack evening, with plenty of summer warmth, but you could also trace the first smells and flashes of color that come with autumn.
And this being Labor Day, it was time for another seasonal ritual: the last swirled cone before the closed sign goes up.
Today the stand is dark and soon it will be half-buried under drifts of snow. But at the end of Labor Day, one glorious last time, it was vanilla swirled with pistachio.
My absolute favorite.