“Summer afternoon — summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.” So wrote the great American novelist Henry James, who, despite all the complications that American life brought him (and us) knew what was what.

It’s the heart of summer, fierce and fleeting. Don’t let July race past without reveling in it. On its loveliest days, head to Frontenac State Park to see what you can see, feel what you can feel.