Oh, how I've missed you! I'm back from Utah and I'm happy to be alive. I guess that's what happens when you have a near-death experience!
If you followed my Tweets, you'd know that our mountain excursion was a doozy. The 30% chance of rain turned into Utah's worst summer thunderstorm in history. After hours of excruciating vertical hiking and rock climbing, we finally made it to the top of Mt Olympus as a black cloud formed over the bride and groom's head. The vows were rushed and as the rain started to fall, it was every man and woman for themselves.
In a matter of seconds, the temperature dropped 20 degrees, rain turned into hail, lightning crashed, thunder boomed, and Hal and I found ourselves hanging off a cliff (in shorts and tank tops) as flash flood mudslides pounded down upon our heads. The next few hours were a painful hypothermia-induced blur, but somehow, we made it down the mountain with no real injuries other than stiff joints and sore muscles. By the time we got to the car, it was 90 degrees out. Like the storm never happened!
We were able to laugh about the experience later that evening while soaking in the hot tub. They do say rain on your wedding day is a good omen. If that's truly the case, they'll be one lucky couple!
{Image via Cocoa Chu Chu by Caroline Tran}