It had been a busy few weeks. As soon as school was out for spring break I headed straight across the country for a Wilderness First Responder course through Wilderness Medical Associates, which in addition to being extremely awesome, was also really hard. Ten hours of class a day, 1-3 hours of homework a night… it was intense, but I finally learned what I call “real skills.” More about that later. As soon as I got back to Rhode Island, I found myself bombarded by three consecutive Art History midterms I hadn’t had time to study for, resulting in an exhausting week of recovering from jet lag and cramming for tests simultaneously. Combine that with the pathetic four hours of sleep I got on Thursday night, and I was ready for a real spring break by Friday. Luckily, my three-day weekend schedule is still working in my favor, and I booked it for Bar Harbor as fast as humanly possible.
The weekend was everything I could have dreamed it to be, for early April in northern Maine. We drove around the fjords of Mt. Desert Island and watched the sunset/moonrise, we hung out with Zach’s friends, we spent a day meandering around the cliffsides and sand beaches… we even went for a polar plunge in a brief moment of warm sunlight, then finished the day with a seaside hike and movie at a theatre that serves gluten-free pizza. It was fantastic. This morning we woke up and it was Easter, which I insisted was occasion for a magnificent breakfast. So it was that we feasted on gluten-free blueberry muffins and coffee, and figured out how to make eggs benedict – complete with gluten-free english muffins, prosciutto, smoked gouda, and hollandaise sauce. It began to snow.