It was Wednesday May 30, 2013 and Ingrid and I were driving up to Bar Harbor for something called the “Acadia Birding Festival.”
Ingrid and I had only been dating for four months, and we were still in that phase where I would accede to anything she asked; now I make a federal case when asks me to put the toilet seat down.
Anyway, the Acadia Birding Festival was (and is) a five day event where birders from throughout the country come together to see and (worst of all) talk about birds.
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