To start, Trevor is not much of a planner. I’ve learned over the last five years with him to just go with the flow, so when he called Friday morning to ask if I wanted to go hiking on Saturday, I didn’t give it a second thought. Saturday rolls around, and he has already switched the destination a few times. I just planned on showing up, happy to be along for the ride. I still didn’t know for sure where we were going when we pulled out of the driveway, but he eventually told me we were headed to Robbers Cave, one of our favorite places to hike. We got there and went on our first hike. I was absolutely clueless, and meanwhile Trevor was on his hands and knees crawling through mud multiple times. Nothing was giving anything away at this point. We decided to drive around to pick our next trail. As we were driving, Trevor pointed at a cliff above a lake and said we had to find a way to hike up to it. After failing to find an actual trail to the cliff, we ended up walking down an equine trail (passing Oklahoma’s second largest pine tree!), across a utility road, and then, worst of all, straight up the side of this cliff. After many breaks, during which I repeatedly mentioned how excited I was to go back down this cliff, we finally made it to the top. We were chatting, and I was looking out at the lake. I noticed Trevor stopped responding, so I turned around and there he was on one knee, asking me to marry him!