When Scott sauntered into analytical chemistry lab at St. Olaf college with a satchel that he kept calling a backpack and a speaker that split in two, Allie decided that he wouldn't survive in the real world without her help. What followed was two years of late night board gaming, binge watching Scooby Doo, zoom calls every day in quarantine, and Allie asking three times before Scott realized that she wanted to go on a date with him. Ever since then, we've fallen head-over-heels in love with each other.

Before moving to Milwaukee and starting to live our lives together, we decided to take a road trip out to the west coast, camping and exploring on the way there. Before we left, we decided that we were both going to propose to each other some time during the trip. We had an amazing time, and learned a lot about each other on the way. Scott proposed to Allie on the 27th of July in the middle of a stream in Olympic national park, and Allie proposed to Scott on the shore of Whitefish lake on the 30th of July, three days later. Which proposal was better?