Although I was pretty nervous to meet my fiance’s family, my soon to be in-laws, deep down I knew I had nothing to worry about. The way that Jesse had talked about his family to me made them sound like winners- plus, I had met them over Skype and chatted couple times with them. Even during these Skype calls I saw Jesse’s words proved true. This made me really look forward to meeting them in person!
So, as soon as my flight landed and I acquired my fishing license, we wasted no time; the 5 of us loaded up our backpacking gear and we set off on a beautiful hike into the Seven Sisters Mountains.
While they made a fire and prepared dinner, Jesse and I took out the poles and he taught me how to fly-fish. His sister went to go help his parents, so suddenly we were alone.
With the sun setting over the lake, falling behind the mountains, I stood on a boulder and practiced throwing my line. Complete serenity. I thought about how surreal this felt, how I came to be here, now, camping with my fiance’s family, fly-fishing in the mountains with the love of my life… I let my spirit silently sing out it’s gratitude.
Of course, the answer was still YES, and of course, I cried again! He took off the original engagement/place-holder ring and replaced it with a stunning heritage ring his grandma made from his great-grandma and great-aunt’s diamonds. I still can’t take my eyes off of it!:)
Dinner was ready, so we joined the family around the fire and I waved my hand in front of them so they could see my new bling. Even though it wasn’t the original proposal, it was still so special for me to be able to share this moment with the family I was being welcomed into. Maybe it was the gorgeous ring weighing on my finger, but I felt a tremendous amount of emotion as the reality set in of what I had been given. How could I be worthy of such a gift, a gift of another family to love, and be loved by? Content, and honored beyond words, I sat among my new family and we dove into our steaming, tin-foil wrapped stir-fry and rice, which was tastefully paired with some boxed wine.
Then, two-eyes glowed in the distance. Jesse’s sister had spotted a visitor! She described the eyes, to which his dad suggested it could be a grizzly bear…. Great. We hung our food far away in a tree for safe measures.
The stars began to come out, and I tried to put the bear out of my mind so as not to waste such majestic sky! We all headed to bed as the fire crackled down to burning glow.
I woke up to a shuffling. I stopped breathing. What’s that?! I woke Jesse up so he could save the day. He pointed his flashlight to where the sounds were coming from. It’s just a deer, he said. I didn’t believe him until I saw it. I attempted to fall back asleep, but visions of a grizzly bear kept running through my mind. I prayed for morning…
Morning did indeed come, and it found us all to still be alive. The sunrise punctured the sky with orange rays and we got the fire going. Coffee, bacon, and pancakes soon made their way into our stomaches as we fueled for another day of hiking. It was a beautiful day! Jesse, his sister and I cheated death as we scaled rock walls to summit the mountain. Totally worth it.
Anyways, despite a sleepless night due to false grizzly bear sightings and sounds, and risking our lives on the mountain peaks, the backpacking trip was a huge success! We all had a lot of fun, and I immediately felt like part of the family. There’s nothing better than camping adventures that bring people closer together:)