The year is 2017. Jeans are skinny and shirts are long. One hit wonder sensation Sheck Wes’s “Mo Bamba” plays loudly in every packed house party on Ohio street. A sun bleached nature boy had recently returned to the big city for university from his dream summer job romping amongst the peaks of the Sangre de Cristo’s. Jaded and angsty, he peruses the streets of Clifton attending parties and hangouts, longing for something more. A ballet dancer arabesque-ing her way through the streets of Clifton. Twirling through life on elegance and grace. With wonder in her eyes wandering through life. Although well travelled and well trained as a dancer there was one thing missing, a dance partner. Then one night they independently wandered into the same place, the same party. As music played, eye contact was made, and as she approached he, the future was paved. They danced the night away and pirouetted into eternity. 7 years, 100,000 miles in the honda, countless days and nights spent outside, millions of smiles, hours of laughter, a few apartments, a few more campsites, and a couple states later we decided on a sunny Saturday morning while paddling our canoe around Little Sturgeon Bay to make it official. Nick cautiously got down on one knee in the back of the canoe and asked Amanda to be his wife and the rest is history.