I typically don't like to make my personal life a part of this blog. Or at least, I try to stay away from making it about my relationships and things of that nature. So this post is a little bit different.
On August 4th, Jon and I flew to Colorado and got married. We didn't want an engagement or a wedding or rings or ceremony. We wanted each other. On my birthday, back in July he asked if I wanted to get married and I did. And we wanted to make it happen, so we did. And in true DeDe and Jon style, this happened quickly, lovingly and surrounded by nature. We hiked, climbed mountains, soaked up the clean air and spent four days together in RMNP and Theodore Roosevelt National Forest. We surrounded ourselves with breathtaking views and stuffed ourselves with amazing food. It was lovely and exactly what we wanted our marriage to be. Us. Simple. Wilderness.
I have never felt a bond with someone like this before. Jon is my person. We connect on a level that is beyond words. We are comfortable doing nothing and everything. The activities we do together involve so much more than day-to-day things. When we are outside and living in the wild, we are quite literally saving each other. Taking care of human needs to survive. Being vulnerable and having no choice but to depend on one another. I think that is why we are able to connect so deeply. It is why mountaineers have partners for life. And climbers and backpackers and everyone who lives in nature. You have this very unique bond that is for life. A partner who understands you at an extremely deep and also basic level. They've seen you at the worst, scariest moments. And at the highest of highs, atop a mountain or conquering a faulty piece of equipment. It's hard to put into words. But your life is together; intertwined in so many ways. I look at Jon as my partner in all things. He is my husband and love. He is my best friend and he is my mountaineering partner. He has my back. He knows how I will react to dangerous situations and vice versa. It's special.
All this is to say, that life is good. That it feels so good to be in love with my partner in all things. And to have locked this guy down. I am so excited for our future. We are going to see everything.
So here are photos from our very quick elopement. Rocky Mountain National Park, Theodore Roosevelt National Forest. Mount Lady Washington, Longs Peak and Mount Audubon are what you'll be seeing here. And love. More love than words or photos could ever describe.
"To those who have struggled with them, the mountains reveal beauties that they will not disclose to those who make no effort. That is the reward the mountains give to effort. And it is because they have so much to give and give it so lavishly to those who will wrestle with them that men love the mountains and go back to them again and again. The mountains reserve their choice gifts for those who stand upon their summits.” Sir Francis Younghusband
“You cannot stay on the summit forever; you have to come down again. So why bother in the first place? Just this: What is above knows what is below, but what is below does not know what is above. One climbs, one sees, one descends; one sees no longer, but one has seen. When one can no longer see, one can at least still know.” -Rene Dumal
“On this proud and beautiful mountain we have lived hours of fraternal, warm and exalting nobility. Here for a few days we have ceased to be slaves and have really been men. It is hard to return to servitude.” Lionel Terray
"Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop off like autumn leaves. As age comes on, one source of enjoyment after another is closed, but Nature's sources never fail." -John Muir
"And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything." -William Shakespeare
"Love has no desire but to fulfill itself. To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving." -Khalil Gibran