For the first time in a long time, I did not go. It struck me, this past week, that my father would not be there. It had been hard to go up in the past couple of years, with my mom gone, but the realization that this year there would BE no family campsite, no stack of penguins (family in-joke) waiting and watching, just an empty space or someone else's car parked where my mom and dad always used to camp... it hit so hard that I just couldn't do it. I ended up crying at work when I finally called my wife to tell her we weren't going.
OTOH, on this weekend I managed to get some writing time in. Boundary is now well over 30k words. I am making it a point to write at least 1,000 words per day even on weekdays from now on, so that I will finish it soon.