well boo. well yea, everything happens for a reason...but I know that sucks. i'm sorry
before our honeymoon- i'm talking the week of- both our cars broke down and couldn't be used to go on the trip. thankfully his parents let us borrow their van- then it went into the shop the day before.
THANKFULLY it got back the same day, but the trip did get cut short cause of it all. Then we moved into the apartment and it had fleas...but thats another story....
They say we'll be able to look back and laugh. I'm still not there lol
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oh no :( that sucks SO bad. sigh
okay, thanks for letting me know! Have a good vacation :)
“I’m happy to help. And I can promise you, you haven’t seen anything yet,” I smirked, putting a hand on his shoulder. Our first real physical contact now that I think about it, a moment that meant nothing at the time. “When you’re ready.” I went ahead and made my way out of the church, taking a deep breath of fresh air in as soon as me feet were on green grass again.
Our next stop was far off the normal trail, but I wanted to go back into town first. “We’ll get lunch at the little fishing town about forty-five minutes from here. Bad thing about this place is it’s a lot of traveling. But I bet you’ll get some shots there.”
During the drive I didn’t stop talking much, playing twenty questions with the poor man. I asked pretty normal questions to begin with: his favorite trip, about his family, if he ever got home sick. I couldn’t help but watch him as he spoke, loving the ‘young artist’ look about him. “Do you have a favorite novel?” I went on, telling him of my own. “I enoy reading fiction a lot. I’m reading The Eye of the World right now.” I mention a few movies, though I normally go to St. Anthony for movies, and it’s not worth the drive to me much.
“Well, I promise this will be worth the walk,” I eventually sighed. “And putting up with my rambling mouth.” It was about time I shut up, I thought. When we reached the little sandwich shop I shut the truck off, getting out and immediately stretching. There was a dock in the distance with a few fishing boats not being used, the houses in the area made with vinyl siding and clearly decades old. It was a quiet area, like much of Newfoundland. "This place is a hole in the way, but I enjoy it. You won't see any tourists here."
Our next stop was far off the normal trail, but I wanted to go back into town first. “We’ll get lunch at the little fishing town about forty-five minutes from here. Bad thing about this place is it’s a lot of traveling. But I bet you’ll get some shots there.”
During the drive I didn’t stop talking much, playing twenty questions with the poor man. I asked pretty normal questions to begin with: his favorite trip, about his family, if he ever got home sick. I couldn’t help but watch him as he spoke, loving the ‘young artist’ look about him. “Do you have a favorite novel?” I went on, telling him of my own. “I enoy reading fiction a lot. I’m reading The Eye of the World right now.” I mention a few movies, though I normally go to St. Anthony for movies, and it’s not worth the drive to me much.
“Well, I promise this will be worth the walk,” I eventually sighed. “And putting up with my rambling mouth.” It was about time I shut up, I thought. When we reached the little sandwich shop I shut the truck off, getting out and immediately stretching. There was a dock in the distance with a few fishing boats not being used, the houses in the area made with vinyl siding and clearly decades old. It was a quiet area, like much of Newfoundland. "This place is a hole in the way, but I enjoy it. You won't see any tourists here."
I looked over when I heard the click of his camera, rolling my eyes at the sight of it pointed toward me. "Don't you have anything better to capture?" I grinned, careful to not touch the lens as I gently pushed it in another direction. I was flattered by slightly embarrassed, unsure how to handle the attention. My heart still flutters every time I'm the focus of his art like that.
At Peter's question I stared at him in surprise, getting up and putting my hands in my pockets. "I didn't think you'd care but yes, actually." Most wouldn't. "My great, great...too many greats to count grand parents before the rest of my family started being buried at the larger modern cemetery. I think there's another relative somewhere in here, but I can't keep up with it. Anyway it's the last name Sheppard over there, died in the early 1920s. My mother has pictures of them. We like to keep that kind of thing," I explained, knowing I must sound boring at this point. How many people honestly cared about the history?
And then...I lost him. It was humorous to watch, really, how engrossed Peter got in his work. It was as if he'd entered another world, making me want to take a picture of him taking a picture. The passion in those eyes as they searched for the right spot to stand, the correct angle to shoot at. He was quiet...that is until safety was mentioned.
I let him pretend he could keep me out for a moment, not wanting to disturb him. Eventually, however, the doors creaked as I stepped inside, shutting it behind me. "You're kidding if you think I'm letting you go anywhere without me," I said frankly, shaking my head with my hands at my hips. "I don't care if you walk right into the mouth of a bear's cave for your picture, I'm coming along. Got it?" I didn't like the idea of him making a discovery without me there, and waiting outside was no fun at all.
"Wow." My voice traveled through the dust filled air, bouncing off the paint chipped walls. "This is beautiful, isn't it?" I slowly walked over to stand next to Peter, wrapping my arms around myself. For some reason how empty and quiet the building was within made me feel lonely. I was silent for a bit, not wanting to bother this "mode" he seemed to slip into. "What are you thinking about?" I finally had to ask.
At Peter's question I stared at him in surprise, getting up and putting my hands in my pockets. "I didn't think you'd care but yes, actually." Most wouldn't. "My great, great...too many greats to count grand parents before the rest of my family started being buried at the larger modern cemetery. I think there's another relative somewhere in here, but I can't keep up with it. Anyway it's the last name Sheppard over there, died in the early 1920s. My mother has pictures of them. We like to keep that kind of thing," I explained, knowing I must sound boring at this point. How many people honestly cared about the history?
And then...I lost him. It was humorous to watch, really, how engrossed Peter got in his work. It was as if he'd entered another world, making me want to take a picture of him taking a picture. The passion in those eyes as they searched for the right spot to stand, the correct angle to shoot at. He was quiet...that is until safety was mentioned.
I let him pretend he could keep me out for a moment, not wanting to disturb him. Eventually, however, the doors creaked as I stepped inside, shutting it behind me. "You're kidding if you think I'm letting you go anywhere without me," I said frankly, shaking my head with my hands at my hips. "I don't care if you walk right into the mouth of a bear's cave for your picture, I'm coming along. Got it?" I didn't like the idea of him making a discovery without me there, and waiting outside was no fun at all.
"Wow." My voice traveled through the dust filled air, bouncing off the paint chipped walls. "This is beautiful, isn't it?" I slowly walked over to stand next to Peter, wrapping my arms around myself. For some reason how empty and quiet the building was within made me feel lonely. I was silent for a bit, not wanting to bother this "mode" he seemed to slip into. "What are you thinking about?" I finally had to ask.
Oh....fine, I'll impatiently wait ;) And thanks! I'm way too obsessive, I googled what this place looks like for a while. I'll have to show you this cool video of "hiking in newfoundland" I found after we post about it. But not before, no spoiling! Unless you're as crazing about researching as I am...
well thank you! haha
“Hm…I suppose I can see why that would be popular,” I said, speaking of his blog. I hadn’t heard of such a thing and wondered if it was because I didn’t get online much. “You’ll have to give me the web address so I can look it up.” By the sound of it, photography must pay more than I thought, or else he was just good enough that it paid him well. What a life…I let myself imagine taking time off to travel like that, live like I wanted on the road. It wasn’t anything I’d ever considered, and I assumed it would never happen. This man really was living a life others could only dream about…perhaps that’s what made his blog so attractive. They were living through his eyes.
“Oh yes, I’ve been to the mainland a couple times with my mom. I’ve even been to New York, went as a graduation present to myself after high school. I have to admit, though…I couldn’t do what you do. Going there was interesting but I wanted to go back home quickly. In fact, I left early. It was overwhelming without someone there, you know? Being alone in a crowd like that wasn’t for me. I suppose home is where I belong,” I said with a small shrug. Little did I know life had different plans for me and over the years I would see much more than the simple, same rocky edges of my island. “But that’s fine with me. As you’re about to see I have a pretty nice view from here.”
It was then that we made another turn, this one off the highway. Eventually it ended in a small parking lot with no lines. The wind was blowing that day, making her locks of hair that were turning into soft, natural waves now that her hair was drying dance about my shoulders. “This is one of the many trails in the area, but it’s not on many of the maps anymore so you wouldn’t find unless you knew.” There was evidence of it being forgotten by the cracks in the concrete parking lot and a sign being so faded it was unreadable. “I think there was a little too much wildlife for tourists or something. But as long as you’re not stupid about it it’ll be fine.”
The truck door creaked as I got out, dropping the keys into the bag on my back. I looked at Peter with a wide grin, stirring with excitement. Would he find the same beauty I did on this trail?
Even though I had a particular few spots in mind the whole way had things to be seen. There was always an animal here or there scurrying away in the tall, unmanaged grass. I had hoped we would see a Moose just so I could see how he reacted. Most were frightened, or at least surprised. “I’d really love seeing those pictures you took when we get back,” I commented. “I can’t imagine anything of me being good enough for a book- not that you aren’t talented, it’s just- well, you know what I mean,” I laughed, putting a hand to my face in embarrassment as we walked.
Thankfully we were nearly there. He couldn’t see it until we were almost up on it because of the hill we’d been walking on, but eventually we reached a graveyard. If one stood in the correct spot the markers and taller stone crosses would be overlooking the ocean, another land mass in the far distance. By now they were high above the ocean, a rocky ledge behind the graveyard. It was well kept, the grass cut and flowers growing to the sides. All the markers read from the 1800s, however, and there was an abandoned white, wooden church to the side that was missing a bell in the tiny tower. She wondered who bothered to keep up with the place anymore.
“I know this is kind of plain, but…I don’t know,” I muttered, feeling a bit silly now that we were there. Still I knelt down, the sleeve of my shirt too long since it covered part of my hand as I touched a child’s grave with my finger, tracing the date. It was sad to me, and I wondered what happened to the little one so long ago. “I like it, in a dismal kind of way. But there’s more to see, I swear,” I added, looking back at him. I desperately wanted Peter to get some good shots, make that day worth it.
“Oh yes, I’ve been to the mainland a couple times with my mom. I’ve even been to New York, went as a graduation present to myself after high school. I have to admit, though…I couldn’t do what you do. Going there was interesting but I wanted to go back home quickly. In fact, I left early. It was overwhelming without someone there, you know? Being alone in a crowd like that wasn’t for me. I suppose home is where I belong,” I said with a small shrug. Little did I know life had different plans for me and over the years I would see much more than the simple, same rocky edges of my island. “But that’s fine with me. As you’re about to see I have a pretty nice view from here.”
It was then that we made another turn, this one off the highway. Eventually it ended in a small parking lot with no lines. The wind was blowing that day, making her locks of hair that were turning into soft, natural waves now that her hair was drying dance about my shoulders. “This is one of the many trails in the area, but it’s not on many of the maps anymore so you wouldn’t find unless you knew.” There was evidence of it being forgotten by the cracks in the concrete parking lot and a sign being so faded it was unreadable. “I think there was a little too much wildlife for tourists or something. But as long as you’re not stupid about it it’ll be fine.”
The truck door creaked as I got out, dropping the keys into the bag on my back. I looked at Peter with a wide grin, stirring with excitement. Would he find the same beauty I did on this trail?
Even though I had a particular few spots in mind the whole way had things to be seen. There was always an animal here or there scurrying away in the tall, unmanaged grass. I had hoped we would see a Moose just so I could see how he reacted. Most were frightened, or at least surprised. “I’d really love seeing those pictures you took when we get back,” I commented. “I can’t imagine anything of me being good enough for a book- not that you aren’t talented, it’s just- well, you know what I mean,” I laughed, putting a hand to my face in embarrassment as we walked.
Thankfully we were nearly there. He couldn’t see it until we were almost up on it because of the hill we’d been walking on, but eventually we reached a graveyard. If one stood in the correct spot the markers and taller stone crosses would be overlooking the ocean, another land mass in the far distance. By now they were high above the ocean, a rocky ledge behind the graveyard. It was well kept, the grass cut and flowers growing to the sides. All the markers read from the 1800s, however, and there was an abandoned white, wooden church to the side that was missing a bell in the tiny tower. She wondered who bothered to keep up with the place anymore.
“I know this is kind of plain, but…I don’t know,” I muttered, feeling a bit silly now that we were there. Still I knelt down, the sleeve of my shirt too long since it covered part of my hand as I touched a child’s grave with my finger, tracing the date. It was sad to me, and I wondered what happened to the little one so long ago. “I like it, in a dismal kind of way. But there’s more to see, I swear,” I added, looking back at him. I desperately wanted Peter to get some good shots, make that day worth it.
ha! Yeah, sometimes I think "I don't need to edit or reread, it's fine..." but if I don't, that kinda stuff always happens. Never fails.
It's strange writing "I" a lot. It feels repetitive sometimes, but I'm sure it's just cause I"m not used to it. I like it though...it makes this feel...more emotional. Personal.
It's strange writing "I" a lot. It feels repetitive sometimes, but I'm sure it's just cause I"m not used to it. I like it though...it makes this feel...more emotional. Personal.
"As long as it takes...you really know what you're going for, don't you?" I commented, surprised by his answer. "You know exactly what you want and you'll know exactly when you're finished. Not a day or picture sooner." Sammy trotted over to me, clearly assuming he was tagging along. "Aw, buddy..." I bent down, rubbing his head. The vet had clear advice that he was too old to go everywhere with me anymore, so a trip like this had to be skipped. "Next time, okay?"
With a small sigh I let Peter go first before closing the door behind us, the automatic lock clicking into place. Down the old, weather worn steps we went, my truck parked in the gravel lane. It was an old blue pick-up that I wasn't a big fan of. But I also wasn't a fan of spending money on something I didn't care about either, so there it was to stay. Having a nice sedan would have to come later in life. "I'm surprised you came in the summer," I commented, putting the keys in and letting the old engine rev before stepping on the gas. "I thought you'd want to get pictures of the snow on the ground, that sort of thing. I think people expect it to always be snowing here or something."
I know I shouldn't have been, but I was completely and totally comfortable with the man. Every since the crap my dad put us through I wasn't interested in any romantic dealings, and it was probably because of it that I didn't care what he did. If he only agreed to this to flirt then fine, let him. I figured if he was there to hurt me...well, then he could try and do that too. But I wasn't going to pass up an opportunity to show my home off. Besides, he was intriguing and had a friendly aura about him. I knew it would be fine and didn't think twice about driving off with a stranger in my truck. Perhaps growing up in a small town had left me too trusting, because I certainly wouldn't do that today.
Along the way I spoke of the history I knew, struggling to keep my eyes on the long, empty roads instead of him. How many people lived there and when tourists usually came for whale and iceberg sighting on boat trips. I didn't want to give away the places we were going- keeping it a surprise would be best. It didn't take long, though, for me to get bored of speaking. I wanted to listen to Peter. "I like your hat by the way," I teased, reaching out to playfully flick the floppy rim of his Hawaii hat. "Your home, I looked it up last night. It really is another world compared to this, isn't it? Beautiful. Course I bet you've been to a thousand different gorgeous places...I can't imagine, traveling like that seems so surreal. Where all have you been?"
With a small sigh I let Peter go first before closing the door behind us, the automatic lock clicking into place. Down the old, weather worn steps we went, my truck parked in the gravel lane. It was an old blue pick-up that I wasn't a big fan of. But I also wasn't a fan of spending money on something I didn't care about either, so there it was to stay. Having a nice sedan would have to come later in life. "I'm surprised you came in the summer," I commented, putting the keys in and letting the old engine rev before stepping on the gas. "I thought you'd want to get pictures of the snow on the ground, that sort of thing. I think people expect it to always be snowing here or something."
I know I shouldn't have been, but I was completely and totally comfortable with the man. Every since the crap my dad put us through I wasn't interested in any romantic dealings, and it was probably because of it that I didn't care what he did. If he only agreed to this to flirt then fine, let him. I figured if he was there to hurt me...well, then he could try and do that too. But I wasn't going to pass up an opportunity to show my home off. Besides, he was intriguing and had a friendly aura about him. I knew it would be fine and didn't think twice about driving off with a stranger in my truck. Perhaps growing up in a small town had left me too trusting, because I certainly wouldn't do that today.
Along the way I spoke of the history I knew, struggling to keep my eyes on the long, empty roads instead of him. How many people lived there and when tourists usually came for whale and iceberg sighting on boat trips. I didn't want to give away the places we were going- keeping it a surprise would be best. It didn't take long, though, for me to get bored of speaking. I wanted to listen to Peter. "I like your hat by the way," I teased, reaching out to playfully flick the floppy rim of his Hawaii hat. "Your home, I looked it up last night. It really is another world compared to this, isn't it? Beautiful. Course I bet you've been to a thousand different gorgeous places...I can't imagine, traveling like that seems so surreal. Where all have you been?"
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