Come celebrate with us!

We knew our relationship was going to be easy when the first date we already miscommunicated about the meeting location. Was it Upper Hulls Gulch, or is it called 8th St connector?! The world may never know. One thing led to another, a dog walk turned into grabbing drinks, turned into Mary fixing supper (what else is new). Next thing you know, we took our first roadtrip together to go climb, and the rest is history. Jerrod knew Mary was the one when she agreed to winter camp in a 1960's, moldy (tie dye...) wall tent, with an improvised wood burning stove - not just once, but a couple of times.... cozy?? So he said... Many camping experiences later, throughout all the seasons, along with international adventures and local music festivities, it was about damn time that Jerrod gently fumbled with his water canteen at the perch of an alpine lake and popped the question. Nothing more, nothing less.