Lacking Internet and a vexing transition into reality has caused a lingering gap in the Head Over Hiking Boots blog updates. However, I have safely made it home with a compilation of new memories.
One of the things I was unable to share with y'all is a bucket list item: I SAW THE NORTHERN LIGHTS!!! I know it's a cliche to describe them as vibrant dancing curtains across the sky, but that is exactly how they appear. It was approximately 1 AM and my dear roommate ran to my side of the bed, toothbrush still lathered between her teeth, and rhumba'd my shoulders until I woke up to the carol, "Rachel! Rachel! The lights are out!"
You can only imagine how swiftly I clutched my camera and boogied down our creaking dormitory steps. We ran beneath the canopied trail, over a wooden plank bridge, and through the fenced "bone yard." Hand-in-hand we climbed the steps behind the park's solar panel and watched the green lights wave above the balsam firs. I was only able to catch the end of their show, but the moment could not have been any more perfect.
After fulfilling a life-long dream my time in the park crept to its end. I knew I cared for the friends I had made this summer, but I had no idea how much I was going to miss the island life.
Now that I found my way back home I have to face the "real world." My summer was a dream that I was blessed to live. The people I have spent the past four months building relationships with have no idea how much they mean to me. Listening to the tears drop on departure day was as sweet as it was sad.
You know you've found authentic friendship when it hurts so much to say goodbye.