It was just an ordinary weekend getaway...or so she thought.
They went on this vacation to cross off some east coast bucket items.
Little did they know it would be road trip down memory lane.
It started with a trip to Acadia National Park.
They hiked a few trails and fell asleep beneath a starry night sky.
Not even a year ago, they went camping for the first time
and witnessed the Milky Way in all its magical glory.
In the morning, they rose before the sun and set off to Cadillac Mountain.
Half awake, they watched the bright ball of light peak over Canada in the distance.
Maybe they should have taken it as a sign. New beginnings were near.
They have a soft spot for that town.
The plan was to be on the West Coast in a few months time.
But plans change, so they settled to stop by the namesake on the eastern seaboard.
The breweries, restaurants, and a cleverly named arcade mirrored a similar experience in Oregon.
But with the waterfront shops and cobblestones, reminded them of their trip to Montreal.
A festival is what got them there in the first place, it was their first big trip.
Their second was to the Upper Left, by way of Portland and Seattle.
They realized they have come so far together.
Now this boy knows this girl all too well. This boy was clever.
He knew a trip through New England couldn't be complete without a stop at Walden Pond.
As if tested by fate, the lot close to the park was blocked off. But she was adamant about stopping.
Parking closer to nearby downtown Concord, with a cup of Counter Culture in hand, they set on.
She didn't even notice anything weird about him carrying a tripod.
But if you knew this boy, this was weird.
The walk was short. Very hot. So thankfully short.
They found relief beneath a canopy of leaves. Right next to Thoreau's old bean field.
Shortly after, there was a rugged sign with the couple's favorite quote.
"I went to the woods because I wished
to live deliberately..."
She was too busy fussing with her broken camera to notice he was setting up his tripod.
He called her over multiple times until she gave up trying to capture the moment and live it instead.
She was still oblivious to the tripod.
He pulled her close and slipped an earbud in her ear.
A familiar melody played but the lyrics were different.
The words told a tale about a boy and a girl.
The girl could only find the Big Dipper, while the boy could only find the Little Dipper.
But somehow, they found each other.
The verses played on like a road trip down memory lane.
Much like the past few days have been described.
She giggled at the inside jokes and teared up when he fell to one knee.