Their wedding, in many ways, was a reawakening of my camp spirit. Never totally dormant, that camp spirit had been waiting for a moment to jump into a canoe and row around a lake in pursuit of a great photograph.
I hope that part of me will never leave – even though now I have a lot more equipment when I do run through the woods.
After their ceremony, they walked down the aisle, and right into a canoe, where they took a little bit of time to themselves before returning for cocktail hour.
After dinner in a candle-lit tent, the sunset and dancing coincided, and the rest of the night was a perfect Minnesota summer story.