I ended up staying pretty close to the house.
Just look at my tomatoes! Dad managed to salvage enough to make some salsa, but my dreams of having enough for spaghetti sauce were crushed.
You just have to be willing to accept what mother nature dishes out. Maybe I should start letting go of what could have been this year and start focusing on my plans for next year's garden. I can feel a little chill in the air, so the thought of days by the fireplace sleeping on a good gardening book are starting to sound pretty good to me.