To say Ashley and Tom met on a camping trip would be a misuse of the term "camping trip." Those who regularly attend the Hot Springs "camping trip" will understand. She was blowing up a pineapple pool float with the valiant intention of taking it down class two rapids. He had to intervene. After an introduction and a swapping of the float, they set off down the French Broad River. Three miles of French Broad, two inches of rain, and a few "servings" of tequila later, the float was over and he was literally and figuratively head over heels (his float had mysteriously grown a cantaloupe-sized hole in the side by the time they got off the river). A short hammock nap with a side of karaoke and slacklining was all the time he needed to work up the courage to ask her on a real date. The next day he had to assure her he was indeed, serious about the date. A week later she came down to Greenville, SC for their first date, and less than a year later he was lucky enough to convince her to move to Greenville, where they live today.