Lindsay and I met at the University of Pennsylvania, where we grew close over shots of Wild Turkey with the 505 Jawns, my house rap group, blaring in the background. Somehow through that raucous environment, Lindsay found something worth taking an interest in. As we were both starting our careers, her in New York City and myself in Philadelphia, we grew fond of NJ transit, with its frequent delays, where we spent all of our Fridays traveling to see the other. While the Philly to NYC trip was easy, I made a drastic change and moved to California for a great job opportunity and Lindsay went back to school in NJ so she could pursue her passion of teaching. We spent nearly a year and a half doing cross-country travel until Lindsay, while an east-coaster at heart, made the giant leap to Los Angeles. Nearly four years have passed since, we've both grown in our careers, she managed to convince me to adopt our dog Nelly (best decision ever). We've had the opportunity to travel across multiple continents, backpack and hike more miles then I can count, and most importantly build an exciting life together. In keeping tradition with our favor for the outdoors, we set off for Park City this summer to take in a long Fourth of July weekend of fly-fishing, hiking, and good eats. On the itinerary was a hike up to White Pine Lake, a small alpine lake in the Wasatch Mountains, where I asked Lindsay to be my wife.