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Moonrise Kingdom, eat your heart out. We canoe'd, we made fire, we camped out and drank to extents we felt Billy Murray would approve of. It was a very much needed time away from the city. Every meal was fantastic (bravo, Sean)—the bouquet of campfire was simply the icing on the rustic cake. Is there anything my husband can't do? We now know: no.

Also, are you familiar with the blue hour? This weekend I came to know it well, and I am smitten. How can I sleep when such magic is passing me by? How many of these hours have I wasted unknowing?!