When Rebecca and I decided to take a trip to Jackson Hole last summer, I knew that was the place I would ask her to marry me. I knew the time was coming, so why not pop the question in one of the most beautiful places we’d ever been? Smuggling the ring into my suitcase and keeping it out of sight was a challenge, but by day three of the trip everything was going perfectly. I even managed to convince an unsuspecting Rebecca to help me scout out the area the day before and actually got a photo of her in the exact spot the proposal would be going down the following day. Then Wednesday rolled around and the stage was set. My brother, Drew, and his boyfriend, Sam, were accompanying us to a fancy dinner in town, but first we wanted to stop by Schwabacher Landing for some golden hour photos. Little did Rebecca know, the ring was in my pocket and a photographer was waiting just around the corner. As we walked down the path in our dinner clothes, another tourist actually almost ruined weeks worth of preparation! “He’s all ready for you,” the man said, referring to the photographer waiting right around the bend. Luckily, Sam was able to think on his feet and quickly steer Rebecca’s attention to the creek beside us. “What? Is there a beaver down there?” Sam asked her. As we rounded the corner, Rebecca’s eyes were set on the water, which allowed the perfect opportunity for the photographer to catch her by surprise. 
“I think I know what he’s talking about,” I said, gesturing to the photographer and dropping to one knee.