Or so it always seems like that for me. Maybe it's because that was what we did every year growing up. My parents would pile all 9 of us in the car to go for a hike and then that night we would get together with families in our ward to have a huge potluck. Labor day was also a dread as a kid because it meant summer was over and school was right around the corner. When I look back on it, I remember it being more of a celebration for my mom who was finally getting some peace and quiet during the day.
So to keep with the tradition, we did just that this year. We had a fun and quick (trying to escape without 1000 mosquito bites) picnic and then went on our hike up to the falls.