Bright and early, Stacia, Andrea, Amanda, and I headed for Morning Glory Canyon (aka Negro Bill Canyon) to do some hiking. There was actually a little more to the plan than just hiking through the beautiful canyon but only 75% of us knew that. 🙂
Stacia and I weren’t sure how far we wanted to hike or exactly what setting she wanted to propose in. What we did know is that we were the only car in the parking lot so we had the canyon to ourselves. There were a few almost right places but when we came to a place where the creek ran right next to the gorgeous red rock with a stone out in the middle of the water we looked at each other, Stacia nodded, and it was a go. I wandered back towards Amanda and Dre and sort of ushered them forward while I headed back down the trail to figure out how to climb up to a ledge above the trail (and in the process managed to scratch my wedding ring just 12 hours after putting it on*).
After what seemed like an appropriate amount of time, I headed back up trail to see if the coast was clear. It was and I pulled a specially carried bottle of sparkling cider from my backpack…only to discover I’d forgotten the bottle opener… oops. (I did try to open it on the rock but only succeeded in scraping my knuckles, alternative bottle opening technique is F’s gig.)
The rest of the hike was awesome. We went another 3/4 of a mile or so while Andrea gushed about how surprised she was and while Stacia told her story of how she pulled it off. It just couldn’t have been a more perfect morning of love.
Congratulations guys, I’m definitely looking forward to your wedding.
*Which isn’t something I was sad about, it’s something I fully expected. I just figured it would take longer than that.
Today marks a year of living in the Silver Valley. I cannot believe how much has changed in our lives.
Moving: A year ago today, I’d just finished up moving all of our stuff (Forrest’s tools and bikes included!) from Missoula to a storage unit here. I’d arranged to live in the basement of a real estate agency for three weeks while we waited to move into our rental house (we were picky and wanted a place we could heat with wood). I was waiting for Forrest to come back from North Dakota.
As a rule, F and I do not have lazy weekends. (I’m lucky if he lets me sleep in until 7!) The plan last weekend was to finish siding the house and that didn’t even come close to happening.
We got back down to the house Saturday morning at about 9 and sort of thought about getting to work on the house and then just didn’t. Instead, Forrest and I took a motorcycle ride. And then we went to bed early.
Sunday, we meant to get to work on the siding again. Instead, we lazed around the house all day alternately discussing wedding ideas, calling friends, and just chilling out. (Forrest: “Wedding planning is kind of fun.” Also, post wedding activities were planned that included climbing a 12,700′ mountain.) We did manage to go for a quad ride with some friends to BBQ some bear sausage at the cabin for dinner before heading back to town.
Back to work for four days…going to Oregon to pick up (another) stove this weekend but I think we’re going to get in some hiking and even a little beer tasting!
Remember that adorable picture of my little family? About ten minutes after that picture was taken, F and I decided to get married.
We’d been talking about getting married for a long time (over a year long time). The last six months, our together life building has accelerated in our little Idaho town. Our vision for this life is constantly becoming more cohesive as we discuss our views for the future including money, children, priorities, adventure, and dreams. This life is the one that we want together, one formed as a combination of our overlapping (and contrasting) individual hopes and dreams.
As F put it a at the start of our engagement conversation, “It’s about time we got married isn’t it?” But it’s really more than that, I’m so happy to be taking this big step with the person I most love spending time with. It is a lovely, warm, secure feeling that I’ve been luxuriating in almost constantly since our mutual answer to the “it’s about time” question was “Yes. Absolutely yes.”*
And to know that this life we’ve been building, that it’s the real whole deal? That I get to spend the rest of my life with my co-builder? There are no words.
*My answer was “Absolutely yes” but the conversation continued for awhile. I had to check at the end to be sure, “So we’re doing this?” “YES.”