We met floating on the Snake River in Jackson Hole, Wyoming on August 1, 2015. Our tubes were attached together, and we chatted the entire time. The rest is history.

We went to Chile to go on a ski trip and visit Stefanie's family. On the trip, we planned to go cat skiing at Ski Arpa, spend a few days in Santiago, and then head over to ski at Valle Nevado for a week. On the second day of the trip we went to Ski Arpa. It was the craziest drive to get there in the middle of nowhere. We drove up to a little shack with a couple cats parked next to it. There were a few other Canadians and Americans between the guests and the guides. When we walked inside the shack we happened to know a couple of people in the group from Utah. SMALL WORLD. It was a beautiful bluebird day, and Ski Arpa had a small snow storm roll through the night before delivering about 3 inches of snow. We were so excited to get to ski in August and the vibes were high that day. On the way to the top of the second run, Jon had the biggest smile on his face. Stef thought he was really excited to ski this one face he had been eyeing. Everyone got off the cat at the top of Cerro Blanco, and a couple people started asking Stefanie questions to distract her giving Jon time to get down on one knee. Stef doesn't remember what Jon said to her and after she said yes, she proceeded to give him her right hand instead of left because she was so excited. They enjoyed a full day of cat skiing in the Andes Mountains on the Chilean and Argentinian border. The turns were soft and amazing, the weather was warm, and the entire group was made up of excellent skiers. It was absolute perfection.