We were camping in Virgina Lakes in the Sierra Nevada mountains, where Robert had been camping with his family every summer for as long as he could remember. Early one morning, he took me hiking up a trail to a mountain summit where we passed pristine, small lakes, a couple friendly backpackers, and plenty of trees. When we walked down the back side of the mountain overlooking Yosemite to one side and an unknown lake to the other, we stopped for lunch and Robert proposed. It was quiet, just the two of us, on top of a mountain and it couldn't have been a more perfect way to start our lives together.