This is the week when you help us make the whole Internet smell like coconut-y sunscreen. And campfire logs. And fresh-mown grass.

It’s when you help us make the Internet sparkle like fireflies in June and fireworks in July. Stretch yourself out on your lawn, with that scratchy grass tickling the backs of your legs.

Help up make the Internet taste like the burnt marshmallow. The State Fair corndog. The grilled burger on Uncle Bob’s back deck. The buttered corn on the cob. The sweet tea, with cubes clinking against the glass on a sizzling summer afternoon.

We want your vacation stories.

We want your crazy rollercoaster rides and your summer BBQs and your museums and your lazy days in the hammock. Maybe your best vacations will surprise us, just as they surprised you. And maybe your vacation was a bit of  disaster. Give us that story, too.

Head over to The High Calling for complete details of the “Best Vacation Stories” writing community that I’m leading this week. I will be reading through all of your stories, linked with us at The High Calling.

But first, my own vacation beckons. I’m on vacation in north-central Minnesota — in the land of the loon and the gazillion lakes and the three-foot-long mosquito.

Share your vacation story in the link-up over at The High Calling.

(If you don’t have a blog, feel free to share your story in the comments here, or over there.)

Question for you: Where are you vacationing this year? What’s your favorite vacation destination?