Can You Say Snowstorm in June?
That's what David had to hike through to get a flag
planted at the top of No Name Peak just two days before the moment
A romantic at heart, David wanted our engagement to
be perfect ... he kept everything a secret and not only did he
become a diamond expert researching the perfect stone for me (it's
true, he has a file folder on his desk one inch thick loaded with
information and facts about diamonds in
amounts adequate to make researchers, quality control folks and
policy & procedure manual writers very, very happy), he also
became an expert at all of the peaks in the Vasquez Peak
Wilderness area. This area of Colorado is meaningful to us because
we do so much downhill skiing in the winter, and mountain biking
in the summer, in the nearby town of Winter Park.
By the careful study of topography maps, David did
manage to find a peak with no name for us to climb. This way, we
could name it whatever we wanted and tie our own memories to it.
The only potential trouble was that on the day he
ascended the peak (the summit sat at 12,500 feet...in Colorado
this is above the timberline) a snow storm came through that
dumped a foot of snow on neighboring peaks. With very little
visibility he ascended to the top in his full winter climbing
gear. The other potential problem was
me. Two days later we would be driving through the area on our
way to a biking weekend in Winter Park with Beth and BH. He had no
idea if I would be in the mood to climb the peak he had chosen, on
the trail of his choosing, to the altitude where he planted the
flag. You see we had gotten off to a somewhat late start for
heading above timberline, had been caught in a lightening storm
once earlier in the season at midday, and I could have unknowingly
put an end to the plans of hiking up to the snow fields just
because I didn't feel like it and wanted to try another route.
Well That Ends Well
But the mountain climbing gods were with us. I
happily climbed up and over 2,000 feet with David that day. We had
a wonderful hike; the panoramic scenery was stunningly beautiful,
the sun had come out, and without cue, I walked right up to the
flag (that was rolled up and tied) and sat down for lunch.
Before I knew it, David had unfurled the flag and
when it's flapping in the wind distracted me, he quickly jumped
down on one knee and had a ring in his hand. David kept asking me
when was I going to start crying but all I could do was say yes,
smile and laugh.
Up the Mountain a Single Woman...
After a Champaign toast on the top of the mountain,
we descended down. And from that moment, everything was different.
I went up the mountain a single woman, and came down the mountain
a woman spoken for.