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Your One Wild and Precious Summer
Sometimes even summer—theoretically the rowdiest, most joyful, freedom-filled season of them all—can feel a little rote. We eat lukewarm coleslaw on our sister's patio; we book a shared weekend at the beach house where the towels are always inexplicably damp; we throw on the same style of sandals we've been sporting since Bill Clinton played his sax on The Arsenio Hall Show. But what if, instead, we opted to dive headlong into these three exquisite months with true gonzo, go-for-broke verve? You with us? Then the next few pages are for you: a guide to squeezing every last drop of bliss and awe out of this, our untamed summer—one we'll remember long after the mercury dips.