This week we celebrated the three year anniversary of the day we met down front wearing a white dress and a fancy tie, said “I do”, then boogied the night away. Before later going to Chick-Fil-A for milkshakes and waffle fries still wearing said white dress and fancy tie (that’s a good story if you haven’t heard it before).
So yea, three cheers for three years! Woot married people!
In honor of the day we got all dressed up and married, we spent last Saturday night “roughing it” in one of our favorite places in the world.
As I mentioned last year (when we took this same trip to celebrate our second wedding anniversary and one year in our little house), backpacking in Grayson Highlands State Park is one of our favorite escapes. The hike is only moderately difficult compared to some of the other adventures we embark on together, but hiking 1.5 hours into the wilderness and waking up in the mountains always gives us a recharge on our happy scale. And I decided to up the intensity of this weekend’s hike by running 14 miles before we left for our trip (which also happened to be the longest run of my life ever). #crazy
Like always, the beginning of the hike was filled with the excitement of tiny ponies and happy cows. Of course, I ignored all of the signs that said “Don’t pet the ponies” and made friends with this little fuzzy head. I mean seriously?! What’s it gonna take to get one of these for my backyard?
Once we picked out our camping spot (Ross found the best one ever), we enjoyed a delicious dinner of lasagna, wine, and dark chocolate. I made Ross take an “anniversary selfie” with me at the camp sight, but right before we snapped the picture, Eisley jumped in. I guess she figured she belonged in our original family photo, because technically she was a Bowden before I was.
Although the lighting is terrible in this picture, I wanted to show you what it is like camping with our little munchkins. Clearly, Ridley doesn’t mind the “rough” conditions accompanied with camping.
Around 1am (when I was fast asleep and oblivious to the world), my three bedfellows woke up to the sound of sniffing and scratching at the outside of the tent. Ross later told me his initial thoughts were “Please don’t be a bear… please don’t be a bear” (although he claims it was more for fear of the dog’s safety than his own). He said he got really still and just listened… hoping to predict the behavior of the mystery bear in our camp ground.
Ridley let out a low, rumbly growl (which is so un-Ridley), of course, in his best efforts to protect his favorite mom who was still sleeping like a baby.
But then… the bear starting eating grass.
And then Ross realized, it was not in fact a bear, but just the cows from earlier…. the herd, passing through our camp site. Oh Grayson Highlands; you and your silly wildlife.
Not too much later a nice summer storm passed through, and proceeded to sit, stuck on the ridge, for the next 4-5 hours. I woke up several times through the night and just laid there listening to the sound of the pitter patter on our tent. Thankfully, we stayed very dry and warm, and it was actually a surprisingly relaxing feeling. Good ol’ mountain rain.
When we finally got out of the tent around 7am, the clouds started breaking up revealing the most perfect sunrise. This my friends, is why we are mountain people.
We planned to pack out early since everything was so wet, but the sunrise sucked us in and we ended up having a relaxing morning at camp with hot quinoa cereal and coffee from our French Press. Even in the wilderness my Hubs is the best coffee maker in the world. :)
Thank you Ross, for teaching me to be more adventurous and rugged. I love that you love me better with no make up and dirty hair. You are my favorite husband and the best dad my fur kids could ever have.
Happy third anniversary!