A year prior, after meeting and falling in love in Orono, Maine, they stood on Mount Katahdin, the state’s tallest mountain. At Knife Edge, a precariously jagged, narrow passageway to the summit with a steep drop on either side, Rachel yelled, “Is this what a girl has to do to get married?”
At the next cliff, Shane proposed.
“That’s kind of how our life has taken shape,” Smith said. “One kind of proposal to another, leading us to more adventures.”
Just four days after their wedding, Shane and Rachel moved about 500 miles away from each other.
Kennedy, who was applying to postdoctoral positions in biochemistry, and Smith, who was searching for Master of Fine Arts programs, were unable to find programs in the same location — their ultimate plan. A research and teaching position at Columbia University was the only job Kennedy was offered; Columbia was the only school that did not accept Smith.
“As our life was unfolding, it opened up into two different directions or at least different states — New York and North Carolina,” he said.
While separated for two years, they were not apart.
“I mostly walked to Carrboro, and everyday I was walking by myself on the street and seeing the brick and the cement, and at the same time I would talk to my wife often, so I would have her voice there — there was always some presence of her,” he said.