Driving six hours is a long time on the road. Six hours spent singing car-aoke and taking in the picturesque scenery, but mostly reminiscing about the good times. But those days were long gone and my mind was in a different place now. Or was it? My pulse quickened as I passed the road sign which read "Medford 27 miles."
Twenty-six years had passed since our team, the Warbler Wranglers, had competed in the inaugural World Series of Birding. Jenny, Peter, Kevin and I had remained friends over time, but distance and obligations did not allow for a repeat performance in this complex of woods, grasslands, marshes and coastline of New Jersey.
Non-birders might find it curious the excitement that builds for this grandest of birding events. Most of us are not professional birders, and many compete only in this event, which has raised over $8 million since inception for the New Jersey Audubon Society.
We had decided to lodge in Medford with its close proximity to the Pine Barrens and Cape May. We would work our way north during the grueling, midnight to midnight competition. We planned to start in the southern Pine Barrens, and conclude in the wooded highlands of northern Sussex County. We had two weeks to scout and prepare our 'roadmap' to birding glory...
This post is my installment for this week's Saturday Centus, a weekly, prompted creative writing meme. The prompt is in italics. Please check out the wonderful writings from other students of Saturday Centus found at jennymatlock.blogspot.com...Peace and blessings