Got married last weekend in the mountains with a few close friends.
We spent 10 days camping in the van - hiking, biking, fishing and watching sunsets through campfire smoke. Our daily jump in the cold water of a snowmelt lake was our only shower. At week’s end - sun burnt, bruised from crashing mountain bikes, scratched from trail running through overgrown trails, and with our fair share of bug bites - we stood atop a rock on the edge of the forest with the sun setting over jagged peaks in the distance and the crackle of a large campfire cooking tinfoil dinners for 30 of our friends and family and we were married. There was no agenda - we camped, played and laughed with friends and when the moment was right we took 5 minutes and were married at sunset. It was simple and perfect.