Last June, I solicited romantic outdoor adventure stories, as part of a contest with Kiss My Face. Originally, I figured, I’d get a few entries, but there’d be a clear winner that rose to the top.
Choosing two favorite “quotes” is easy. Here they are, in no particular order:
“We proceeded to strike up a conversation, and I learned that he was an ‘engineer for an outdoor retailer.’ I thought that meant he smoked a bunch of weed and designed carabiners or something. I mean, he did have a ponytail.”
“That summer, raft guide boys were just not interesting–all I wanted was Leland. And he felt the same–he came home early from his road trip and said, ‘Pack up–lets go kayaking together in BC.’ I quit my job and moved into his truck.”
And, a bonus Haiku from my friend Eileen, aka, Rockgrrl:
We climbed our first date
Ascended Half Dome second
Plastic wine glasses
So, what I’m admitting is that I’m just too much of a romance wuss to judge this contest. Your stories are absolutely too good for me, alone, to choose a winner. Perhaps, because my eyes well up and cloud my judgment with just about every story; and perhaps, because many of you who submitted stories I know personally, and I’d like the judging to be as unbiased as possible!
Really, that’s a lie. I don’t care if it’s biased. I just can’t pick a winner.
So, bear with me a wee bit longer. Rather than select a winner, I’m going to post my favorite stories over the next few weeks. Read them all (labeled with the Category “Contest”) and then voting will open once all three are posted.
Enjoy… and apparently the answer to my original question is a resounding “Yes.” Yes, there’s apparently room for romance in outdoor adventure. At least, according to you all.
Sit tight. The first post, for your reading pleasure, will go live as soon as I get the “go ahead” from the author. Enjoy… and please remember to check back and keep reading so that you can vote!
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