Relaxing along the boulder coast of a small Maine Island , with a clear view of the wide open field of stars… seemingly so close you could pluck them out of the sky… one often feels small in relation to the scope of what’s before them.  Yet, at the same time, the notion of belonging to something great and perhaps incomprehensible can’t be ignored.  The talk among the small group of adventurers is light as the events of that day are rehashed.  Perhaps a challenging crossing is discussed, or wildlife earlier witnessed.  Some bantering and joking is unavoidable… but, all take it as good fun.  A radio, just barely audible over the waves slapping the rocks, plays classic rock from a local station, while whiskey, tequila, cognac, and beer help loosen the mood.

Earlier that evening, an amazing sunset had graced the island visitors.  Dinner preparations were put on hold and all stopped to watch as the sun sank below the horizon, illuminating the clouds above with pastel shades of pink, purple, and red.  A scene no camera or palette could ever recreate.

It’s a shame moments like this don’t seem to come naturally in our everyday lives.  The ability to clear ones head of the clutter and petty concerns that accumulate over time, opening the possibility for an unobstructed perspective and better appreciation of what’s around us.   For us, a week of kayaking and camping the islands off Stonington , Maine was what it took.

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