I awoke to a soft thud just beyond the tents. Seconds later I heard another thud over by the cars. Climbing out of my sleeping bag, I poked my head out of my tent door. The air was cold and crisp. The moonlight was shining brightly across the campground. Walking softly across the wet grass, I went over to the bikes to inspect what had created the first of the two thuds, knowing whatever created the first, most likely would have created the second.

“Ha, they deliver the paper,” I chuckled to myself while picking up the paper by the bikes. Walking over to the cars, I retrieved the other paper. I headed to the picnic table by the fire pit and set the papers on the table. It was five o’clock and the others wouldn’t be up for another thirty minutes. I was too excited to fall back asleep, instead I decided to prepare for the big event.

One by one, other members of the Outing Club began to stir within their tents. The swings were still coated with the morning’s dew and the moon still lit up the sky.

Loading into cars, we left the campsite and headed toward Acadia National Park. The sky holds only a slight bit of light. As we arrive at the top of the mountain, the parking lot is filled with people who had the same idea we had. As I step out of the car, I am reminded of a scene from the movie “City of Angels.” The angels, all wearing long black coats, gather on the oceans shore, awaiting the sun’s rise and the music that only they can hear.

Our Outing Club watches in awe and excitement at the colors of the landscape forming layers on the horizon. It starts as a grayish blue, the clouds take on a purplish tint. The sun begins to rise over the edge where the water meets sky, it turns pink.