the engagement

As with all stories…there is a background. Or else, nothing makes sense.

And I’m not about to ruin THE MOST PERFECT MOMENT by leaving out the always-important-for-a-story-such-as-this nitty, gritty details.

When Tim and I were dating, we used to go camping every Memorial Day and Labor Day weekend. We have since replaced camping with cabining…much more enjoyable for me…but I digress.

For some reason, every time we decided to go camping, we would select a new campground, even though the one we stayed in the previous trip was always fine. Grass is always greener, I suppose. That, and we’d always make plans to go like, the Tuesday before the holiday weekend. So, of course, EVERYTHING was booked.

Anyhow, during our camping trips we’d try to find hiking trails. Because we both LOVE to walk along dirt roads where running into a snake or a bear is always possible. Once we ended up hiking for five hours – we were lost for about four of those hours – though I just kept telling him that, “all roads lead to somewhere!”

He thought I was nuts. But we eventually found our way back just before dark AND the phrase stuck and now comes out EVERY SINGLE TIME we’re lost.

On another Labor Day trip, we decided to drive around and around the Georgia mountain roads to find a trail head Tim SWORE he saw…on our way up to the campground…somewhere…he just wasn’t sure where, exactly.

We did find it on the LAST CURVE WE WERE DRIVING BEFORE TURNING AROUND.

The trail-head-that-almost-wasn’t turned out to be an exhillarating hike to the top of Blood Mountain. The name is terrible, I know. But the views are SPECTACULAR.

This is sunset…from the top: Blood Mountain Sunset

The hike is about a mile, straight up to the top. Part of it is linked to the Appalachian Trail and at the top there is a shelter for hikers passing through…and for the Boy Scouts…they like to spend the night there, too, apparently.

We enjoyed that hike so much we ended up going back on our way home and hoofing it back up to the top. We went home a disgusting mess but didn’t care. Something about clean mountain air and endless views made the stench and stickiness dissipate.

I ended up taking Tim back for his birthday that April. A surprise-spend-the-night-freezing-your-ass-off-under-the-stars-with-no-food, which I wrote about here.

That mountain was our own special solitude. The physical escape from life where everything just flitted away into the wind.

Its like we grew together on that mountain. We connected.

I just realized…I’ve already written an entire novel…

But, now you understand how important this mountain to us.

Part two is coming.

Wait for it.

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7 Responses to “the engagement”


  1. 2 mrssoup August 11, 2009 at 6:37 pm

    Oooo can’t wait to read more!

  2. 3 uknowho August 12, 2009 at 6:47 am

    Wow I love th view.. It’s so beautiful. Something i rarely get to see (:

  3. 4 bridgeout August 12, 2009 at 10:54 am

    I love to capture sunset pics.! This is a great one!

  4. 6 bevchen August 13, 2009 at 7:37 am

    Ooh, what an amazing sunset!


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