When Rachel Met Jordan

When I went slightly off the trail looking for deer, I stumbled upon Rachael and Jordan in what the two twentysomethings would later describe as a "cuddle puddle." And like a scene off the cutting room floor of "When Harry Met Sally," the two told the story of how they met in Gainesville, FL, two years ago. Rachael is a photographer from the "snowcapped Rockies of Colorado" (specifically Vail), and Jordan is an interior architect living in Atlanta. Before today's mountain tryst, neither had been to Stone Mountain. It seems to me, a modern-day remake of Norah Ephron's classic, but featuring only gay couples, would be a brilliant idea. And wouldn't you know it, not five minutes after I walked away from them, a saw a family of deer.