I throw the frisbee over the brilliant white plains a few times and then start to play a game whereby I throw the disc high into the air, run as fast as I can, and then snatch it right before it lands, some thirty or forty yards away from where I began. It's a game I haven't played in years, but I'm surprisingly good at it in the still air of the valley.
The thermometer's at 90 and rising, though, so the fun doesn't last too long before I get worn out by the heat. I say farewell to the frisbee festivities by giving the disc one last toss through the air and taking a picture of it before it lands. I whimsically think that it looks something like a UFO.