The year was 2000, a time in my life that was rocked with change. When life gets like that, if I can, I cozy away into the woods of Pennsylvania. Those forests remind me to breathe and walk slower. In comes Jen, a high spirited Scottish girl who would be my tent mate for much of the summer as we taught young girls all about camping, hiking and friendship. I knew instantly we would be dear friends but never until one afternoon would I look at her much more like a sister. We had decided to take our small crew of fifteen girls on a creek hike. I knew the area well, taking hikes in the same creek as a young child slogging along its twists and turns. That afternoon I took a wrong turn onto a path which had more rocks and higher water then I remembered. One of the girls slipped on a rock and fell, gashing her knee. Our first aid kit was useless, the inner lock rusted shut. We went to walkie for help and our battery went dead. Just as we decided to turn around and go back, we heard a distance rumble of thunder. Being in a creek bed during a thunderstorm was a bad thing. We kept singing and ushering the girls swiftly to the wooded path back to camp. Just as we hit the field the clouds let loose with thunder and lightning. It was quite the adventure and one I will never, ever forget. Jen and I bonded in the creek that day that has lasted these fourteen years. Camp sisterhood is a bond that is…well, pure magic.
When she told me she was getting married, I knew I had to be there. So I flew to Scotland and helped to photograph her special day. I know she will go through many twists and turns throughout her marriage just as we did that day in the creek. I can’t imagine a better pair than Andrew and Jen to take on those twists and turns together. Holding hands through it all. Andrew, she is amazing to have near you when the first aid kit fails, the walkie dies and the thunder starts rolling in.
It was indescribable trying to leave the reception that night knowing that I may not see her for quite sometime and the happiness I held in my heart for both of them. Tears pouring down my face all I could say was,” Good night. I’m going to go see about a cab.”