Weddingbee Blog

The mister and I had spoken of marriage before. But I was sure that it was going to happen during “boulder season.” (That’s what we call the time where the weather is actually cold enough for us to decide to go outside to climb.) Well, now it was February, and while the weather was still holding out, the days had slowly started turning warmer, and I knew for sure that it was going to be a longer wait than I had anticipated. Also, I had recently boogered up my left middle finger and wasn’t in the mood to go outside and watch everyone else climb while I had to sit back.

I finally got cabin fever and decided one weekend that I would go up to Chattanooga and stay at a friend’s house so I could at least hang out with everyone once the day was over. While everyone was getting ready, I at the last minute decided I couldn’t stand it, taped up my fingers, grabbed my gear, and got in the car. We were headed to Rocktown and, come hell or high water, I was gonna climb. I didn’t notice a single thing weird about the day except that, on the way up, the mister’s hands were much sweatier than normal. I figured he was just as antsy as I was to get on rock. But then at a fork in the road, he turned left to go to the lookout while everyone else followed right and went on up to the trail head for the boulder field.

(Overlook courtesy of T.G.)

Usually we only go to the lookout at the end of the day…and no one was coming with us. I knew what was up…I played coy, though, and asked, “Why’re we going to the lookout?” His voice cracked, “To look at the view…it’s such a clear day.” I wanted to giggle. But then we hopped out of the truck. I let my dog pee, then the mister went off to pee (What?!? He was nervous!), and then we kinda stood around awkwardly for a minute. After nothing happened, I started doubting that this was the “time,” so I said, “I’m ready to climb! Let’s go!” He grabbed my shoulders, turned me around, said a bunch of romantical things that I don’t remember, and popped out the ring! I of course said yes, squeal-cried a little, and then hopped off into the woods to go pee myself. (WHAT?!? I was excited!) We hopped back into the truck and headed to the warm-up area where everyone was waiting to congratulate and hug us. I was smitten with the ring, the love that our friends surrounded us with, and my shiny new fiance. It was the perfect proposal for us.

Obligatory ring shot (Personal photo)