Before I begin this week’s post, I want to thank Jenn for creating the kick ass new photo banner that now adorns the top of our blog. I also want to apologize to our friends/readers/lurkers for last week’s post. I’ve decided to chalk up my “stream of consciousness” post as a failed experiment, and will leave all of the mental streaming to Jenn from now on (apparently her brain streams with broadband, while mine is still on dial-up).
It was a warm night in mid-July, 2008. We had been dating just over six months, and were on our second camping trip ever, which happened to be the first camping trip that was more than 5 minutes away from where we lived. Rockport is beautiful that time of year. Located on the Maine coast just north of busy, tourist-filled Rockland and just south of quaint, yet bustling Camden, we’re not far away from civilization, but far enough away to feel pretty secluded on the Maine coast.
The sky was very clear and the stars were out. The moon wasn’t up, so they were all visible. We decided to walk down the path that went from our campsite at the top of a hill in the woods to a clearing at the top of a small rocky cliff of sorts at the water’s edge. Jenn walked to the edge, up to a wooden fence post and stared up at the sky. I stood behind her, watching the sky as well, but also looking down at the back of her head and noticing how cute she looked as she turned her head and tilted it up and down, making sure she saw all the stars.
Our star gazing seemed to last forever. It was wonderful, just being there surrounded by the nighttime beauty and not saying a word. Then we decided to sit down on the old wooden bench swing that was stationed there on our little grassy cliff.
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