16 Years and Counting

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Dec. 10, 1993
Oh Diary, I am so excited! Tonight Sam asked me to marry him! I said yes, of course. He is so sweet. I know we have only been dating for 2 months, but we have been good friends for over a year. We were sitting in the driveway of his friend’s mom’s house. He has been staying there until he can move into an apartment. There are 7 in the family besides the kids she babysits, so we were sitting outside in the driveway in his 1973 “Jalopy” station wagon. I can’t believe the jalopy still runs. He just got it out of the shop but it still runs kind of rough. It is so big that, when we play slug bug, I can slide to the passenger door and Sam is not able to get me from the driver’s side. At least it runs, I guess.

Anyway, we were talking about our relationship and he told me that he loves me and asked me how I felt. When I told him that I love him too he told me to hang on while he ran in the house. When he got back in the car he showed me a ring and asked me to marry him. It isn’t the ring that I have always dreamed would be my engagement ring (that beautiful black hills gold engagement /wedding set at the jewelers in the mall that has the 2 roses intertwined around a diamond), but maybe I’ll get that for the actual wedding. He didn’t ask me about a ring so he doesn’t know that I have always had my heart set on that one. He got me one with two small diamonds on the sides and an Emerald in the middle. “GREEN” I would at least think it would have been red for love, or a pearl. I like purple and blue too. Oh well, we’ll get the black hills gold ring for the wedding.

After I said yes, he ran in the house and brought out a bottle of champagne and 2 white roses. He told me that he had planned a romantic candle light dinner for the next evening to propose to me, but that the moment just seemed right tonight. I kind of wish he would’ve done the romantic dinner anyway.

Oh, by the way. Neither my roommate Tonya nor Sam’s sister Emily is happy about us getting married. Tonya says Sam is taking away her best friend and Emily says I am taking her brother away from her. I don’t understand this as we spend a lot of time together with them. Emily is with us almost everywhere we go.

Dec. 27, 1993
Dear Diary, Sam and I have been planning a wedding for the Fall of next year. I love the Fall and think it would be so romantic to be married and have our anniversary during the Fall season. But…. We are moving into an apartment together in January and he wants to be married before we move in to the apartment. He said we could go to the court house to get married now and have our wedding next year. I so know this will never happen- if we go to the court house, there will never be a wedding. He keeps trying to talk me into it but I am not going to give in. I haven’t even gotten the ring I want yet either. I know it’s the marriage and not the wedding that really matters, but I want a wedding! After all, I only plan on doing this once.  
 
Dec. 30, 1993
Dear Diary, I am still a little in shock. Today was the last day of Sam’s Christmas Vacation. He got 1 week paid vacation from work for Christmas. We are scheduled to move into our new apartment in two weeks. He talked me into going to the court house to get married, insisting that we had to go today. It took most of the day for him to talk me into it. I agreed to go this afternoon.

I came home to get ready and I didn’t even have time to do my hair. Sam kept rushing me. I know he was afraid I would change my mind. I tried to call my mom to talk to her and see if there was any way she could be there. She didn’t answer. And so, we left for the court house. I wore a pair of jeans and I borrowed a white poetic frilly shirt from Tonya, my roommate. Sam wore jeans and a jean button up shirt with a tie.

I did get Sam to stop by Albertson’s, after much persuasion,  so I could get a bouquet of red roses, but they didn’t have any red roses – nothing about this went the way I had always planned or hoped- so I got “Fire and Ice”  roses (white roses with red edges). They were pretty.

Tonya and Emily went with us to be our witnesses. Neither was happy about it. We got through the paperwork part and then had to wait in the judge’s chambers for an hour and a half with both sour faced witnesses. You would think they would at least pretend to be happy for us. We had no other family there.

When the judge finally came in, the ceremony took all of 5 minutes and we used the engagement ring he had bought me (with the “GREEN” stone) as my wedding ring and an old silver band I had for his.

Tonya wanted to go home right away. Emily, my new sister in law, went with us to Jack in the Box for our “wedding dinner”. After dinner we took Emily home and on our way “home” (Sam’s friends house with the 7+ people) we got a flat tire on the Jalopy. Since we hadn’t gotten very far, Sam ran back to his sister’s to get a jack, while I waited in the car, and came back to change the flat. When we finally made it back to the house full of people we realized the judge had written the wrong date on the marriage license. It is the 30th of December and that is what is on the license from the clerk’s desk, but on the bottom half of the license where the judge signed it says December 31! I wonder which one will be our legal wedding date. This was not the day I had envisioned as a teenager or that I spent time planning as a fiancé. Nothing has gone as I thought it would.

I really wish my mom could have been there. It is so loud in this house I can hardly concentrate. I can’t wait to get into our new apartment in 2 weeks.
 
October 19, 2009
Dear Diary, Today is October 19, 2009. In a little over two months Sam and I will celebrate our 16th wedding anniversary. As I say, “It is the “marriage” and not the wedding that really matters.” I am more in love with him now than I was then. Good marriages don’t just happen. A “good” marriage is a lot of hard work, full of compromises and disappointments, tears and laughter, joy and pain. I would do it all over again if it meant having the love we have in each other.

I never did get the ring or the wedding I wanted, but that doesn’t even matter to me now. I have the man and family I wanted and that is worth far more to me.

That old Jalopy got so bad and money was so tight right after our honeymoon and moving in our apartment, that when the brake lights went out, Sam rigged these 6 inch square lights in the back window. The wiring ran from the front dash along the sides to the lights in the top corners of the back window. You had to flip the lights on with a switch he rigged on the dash. It had a serious electrical problem. Somehow, when the car would no longer start, he figured out that if you turned the radio and left blinker on, the car would start. It would no longer idle because of a carburetor problem, so when you came to a stoplight you would have to flip the “brake lights” on, keep your foot on the brake, throw the car in park, and rev the gas so the engine wouldn’t die. We looked like we were revving our engine to race someone in our jalopy.

The saying, “You might be a Redneck” comes to mind. My mom rode once with my husband driving this car and did not ride with him again for almost 10 years and even then she had to be slightly intoxicated to, “calm her nerves” she said. She thought he was a crazy driver.

I am so glad the marriage has not gone like the honeymoon or the ’73 jalopy station wagon.

Thanks, Mom

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Have you ever felt you had one of those mothers who just can’t seem to let go of their child? Well, mine went way beyond that!

From the day I announced I was getting married, Mom took over. Forget the fact that I was a successful 22 year-old running a production company with nearly 200 employees, my mom just couldn’t believe I could handle anything myself. Nor would she trust my bride-to-be to do anything either. While that part may be typical of most mothers, what happened at the wedding luncheon and beyond took the cake.

Realizing the wedding was now over, and this would be the final place she could show her dominance, Mom turned the talk to sex. Given that we had just left the Salt Lake Temple not an hour earlier, this took a few people by surprise. Mom began speaking of what we would do and got everyone to share some pretty personal experiences, then everyone started tossing in their two bits. While discussions of sex were not taboo in our home, my poor bride had grown up in a home where sex was never discussed. In fact, it wasn’t until she was 17 that my wife found out how babies were made. To hear my mother go on about sex and the honeymoon activities, looking at the looks on her parents’ faces and watching her grandmother cringe nearly killed her.

Once the luncheon was over, we headed for the hotel. This was a scary time for my bride. As sex has never discussed in her home, the idea of having sex and actually getting down to it was terrifying. At least we were alone! But then again, were we? After only a few hours, and with my wife finally over the initial fears and cozying up to the idea of spending a night alone with me doing what newly married couples do, we sat naked on the couch under a blanket catching our breath and enjoying the moment. There was a loud knock at the door. “Room Service” the voice called out. Rushing for a robe, or anything to allow me to cover myself, I went to the door and my wife ran for the bed. We didn’t order room service I said through the door. “Room Service” the voice said again. Thinking maybe the hotel had included something in our honeymoon suite package, I opened the door only to find my mother holding a large Dunford doughnut and a Big Gulp (Coke).

She barged in and said “I’ve brought you some sugar so you can keep your energy up…You know you’ll need it – You’re a Shepherd!!” She peeked around the room, made a comment about the jacuzzi tub, yelled “good luck with him” to my wife and finally left.

To this day the visit from mom is brought up at every opportunity.

A Little Too Late

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My wife and I will have been married for 8 years in November.  Our honeymoon started off at the Anniversary Inn in Salt Lake.  It was a very beautiful room and we very much enjoyed our stay there.  The next day we boarded a plane for California.  My wife had never been, so I thought it’d be fun to take her there.

A friend of mine told me about a place that you can rent.  To get to this place you have to take a ferry.  We stayed two nights there, but the first night we got into a huge fight and I ended up sleeping on the couch for most of it.  However, that was just the start of our grand honeymoon adventure! 

On the morning of our third day I’d mentioned to my new bride that I hadn’t had a bowel movement since before we were married.  So she offered me HALF of a Dulcolax that she’d brought with her.  I have no idea why she’d had it, but I took it anyways.  This was on the morning that we were to leave the island and ferry back to the main land.  The ferry ride was fun, especially watching the seagulls flying along side the boat.  Just before we drove off the ferry my stomach began to make sounds and rumblings which were reminiscent to that scene in Dumb and Dumber where Harry rushes into the bathroom and finds out that the toilet is broken.

I had a fleeting thought that I should probably use the restroom on the ferry, but decided that I didn’t have time and would take care of things once on the mainland.  So we get in our rental car and drive off the ferry.  Then it hits me, wave after wave of pain is pulsating through my guts and I quickly realize that we were moving rather slowly due to the traffic of cars ahead of us who also had just departed the ferry.  Then I notice that there are only two lanes of traffic and no shoulder, so there’s nowhere to pull off, and even if we did the street was lined with homes.

I finally announce to my wife (who’s driving) that she may want to hurry it up.  She asked why and I informed her of my increasingly volatile situation.  She thought I was joking and informed me that there was nothing she could do to go faster.  I was nearly in tears at this point with no gas station or sign of relief anywhere in sight.

Then it happened!  The walls of Jericho were breached!  My new bride suddenly caught the scent of unhappiness and looked at me and stated, “You didn’t???”  To which I replied most dreadfully, “Uh huh!”  She then did something that I did not expect…  She began laughing hysterically!  This reaction was very bad for me, because it caused me to begin laughing, and as you can imagine, laughter is not an effective way to keep certain things in.  At this point I’m trying to raise myself off the seat of the rental car, laughing and expelling all at the same time.

Just then, we rounded a corner and saw a Chevron sign.  If only we’d gotten there a mere five minutes sooner…  If only…

So my bride goes into the gas station and gets the key, since the restroom was outside the building and I go inside to try and clean up as best I could.  The sad thing is that the restroom seemed to be even grosser than I was at that point.  I did ask my new bride of 2 days to help me clean up, which I thought was a very reasonable request since it was her Dulcolax that had caused the situation in the first place.  However, she replied, “No Way!!!”

While I was trying to clean myself up and dealing with more waves of explosiveness, my bride bought some baby wipes, and unpacked new clothes for me to wear.  I ended up destroying the clothes I’d been wearing and threw them away in the dumpster.  The piece de resistance was the moment that I had to retrieve my watch which has somehow slipped out of my hands and landed with a plop into the not-so-clean toilet.

Now for the funny part of the story, as if you aren’t laughing already…  Little did I know that another traveler had been waiting quite some time for me to come out of the restroom.  I only saw him briefly as I exited, and when I got in the car we saw him immediately exit the restroom and he seemed to be quite upset about something.  We drove away rather quickly ourselves in the hopes of leaving that horrible scene far in the dust!

I wish I could say that was the end of our miserable experience, but it wasn’t.  Later that night after shopping for new clothes for me we found ourselves in one of the worst rainstorms that this area had seen in quite a few years.  Again, my bride was driving and we were attempting to find the exit so we could get to our next destination.  I found the exit and told my wife to exit, which she did.  However, what neither of us knew was that there were two lanes which exited the Highway, and the inside lane (the one we were in) only goes back onto the Highway and the outside lane is the one that actually leaves the Highway.  So now tempers flare as we realize we are back on the Highway and now lost in a horrible rainstorm.  Then to top it all off, my wife realizes that she is coming down with a Urinary Tract Infection and needed to use the “little girl’s room”  A LOT!.  About an hour later we finally find our way to our hotel, but let’s just say, it was a very “unproductive” night.

Our final two nights, we stayed in a little Bed and Breakfast there and apparently we were the only residents for both nights.  That is except for the feeling that we had ghostly neighbors.  The place was FREAKY!  The bed was as hard as a rock and literally felt like they’d placed a board over the springs.  There was a nice big ceramic tub in the bathroom and we were eager to get in and try and relax.  That was until the water that exuded out was a nasty reddish brown rust color and never turned clear!  The shower was the same, but we suffered through the odd smell and color of the water in the hopes to get somewhat clean.

So the Bed part of the stay was less than stellar, so we hoped the Breakfast portion would be better.  Let me start out by saying that my wife has horrible Acid Reflux and wasn’t on any medication at this time.  She also hates bananas and is not a big fan on chocolate either.  So we get down to breakfast and they lay out chocolate and banana crepes with a big tall glass of Orange Juice!  I ended up eating both servings and immediately took my wife to McDonalds for a winning breakfast.

At least on our flight home to Salt Lake the flight attendant lets us sit in First Class since I’d informed her that we were on our Honeymoon.  That was nice, even though the flight was extremely bumpy and my wife was grabbing my arm with a death grip.  Then as we landed they offered us a bottle of Champaign in celebration…  We politely declined.

That was our Honeymoon.  It had it all to be sure!

Party of Four

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We went to Maui and my in laws paid for it BUT, since they where paying for it they thought that they might as well take the opportunity  for them to go to Maui as well (mind you my in laws are very religious, Me and my husband aren’t, so we don’t do things in front of them that they wouldn’t approve of)

…. Well we thought ,we will just do our own thing and so we will they try and avoid them there. That way we could drink on our honeymoon and just be ourselves. Well, we get to the hotel and check in go to our rooms and our rooms are combined!!!   The only thing that can separate the beds is a thin wall and a door other then that everything else was shared Bathroom etc…I thought to my self “YOU’VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME, THIS HAS TO BE A JOKE!”

Well it wasn’t.. we spent the whole time with them.  If we went to dinner, they’d see us leaving and ask where we were going and would decide every time to join us..we went to the pool, they were reading at the pool!!!

The hotel area was to small to avoid them! And not to be so upfront but Sex?? ….  ya that happened once the whole time we were there, cause I was nervous they would hear or walk in!

We tried to attempt another honeymoon last year for our 1 year anniversary but money got tight because my husbands job started laying off people so we couldn’t save.. I would like this night to try and make it up to my husband. It would be so nice to just have a romantic evening to ourselves…

So please consider us , we know its not a Maui trip but we would be so grateful to just have one night to make up for it. Thank you for taking the time to read my bad honeymoon story.

A Blushing Bride and a Flushing Groom

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Dear Journal,
Nothing says romance like a warm bubble bath for two, dimmed lights and….a plugged toilet? Well, our romantic honeymoon started out exactly that way. 

We were married in December of 2007. Ever since I was a teen, I knew where I wanted my new husband and I to spend our first night together- The Anniversary Inn. When we decided to finally get married, I had a lot of fun just browsing the rooms, daydreaming and wishing we could afford one of the more expensive rooms. 

As it turned out, a dear uncle booked us the Romeo and Juliet Suite for our wedding night. Needless to say, we were pretty excited. As our wedding day grew closer and closer, our anticipation grew and grew. Neither of us have “been” with anyone before (anyone else or each other for that matter!) so we wanted everything to be perfect for our wedding night, the first time we were to spend the night together. We each had this perfect scenario of our wedding night in our minds and were very much looking forward to spending that special time together!

And special it was! It just wasn’t quite what we expected. Let me explain. We arrived to our suite fairly late. Soon after settling in, my husband stepped into the bathroom to get ready for the evening. I got ready upstairs in the loft and waited for him. And waited. And waited. After nearly falling asleep, I heard the bathroom door open downstairs and I heard a bashful voice yell out, “Honey? Honey? I have a little problem…I just clogged the toilet!” All of the romance we had been trying to create just flew out the window. My poor husband, wanting more than anything to make this night perfect for us, was completely embarrassed to make this announcement to me. And me? I just laughed and laughed and laughed at my new husband’s predicament. Of course we didn’t have a plunger so my husband had to make the awkward call down to the front desk to have one brought up. He eventually got it taken care of, but our hopes for a perfect night went down the drain….literally!

It wasn’t a perfect night but it sure was fun. And it is even more fun to think about as time goes on!

P.S. We spent the night at The Anniversary Inn for our first anniversary. It was like being on our honeymoon all over again, plugged toilet and all. Except I was the culprit this time! 

P.P.S Honey, it’s your turn this year!

The Un-egg-spected Surprise

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The third morning of our honeymoon found my new bride resting dreamily as the first hint of light came creeping through the sails of the boats resting quietly in the Florida harbor and in through the window. 

I had hatched the perfect romantic plan to surprise her, show her my deep love, and convince her of my homemaking skills all in one go.  I crept quietly out of bed and into the kitchen of the hotel room where I had secretly stashed breakfast food.  Not too hard… cantaloupe, eggs, juice, and toast, napkin folded into a heart… Oh baby!, was this going to be romantic!

Things were going fine until I began to search for the pan to cook the eggs with.  My thoughts went something like this:  “What’s this… no pan?!!  Great!  It just doesn’t seem right to have snuck out the night before to buy eggs and then not use them for my super romantic surprise breakfast in bed.  Ok, so, I improvise.  Never tried eggs in the microwave before, but hey, let’s give it a go.  How long do you stick eggs in for anyway?  Well let’s see.  Popcorn goes for about 3 minutes 20 seconds (I know that one well after years of bachelorhood).  Eggs should be about half that, right?  Well maybe a little more, so they won’t be mushy… say 2 minutes and 30 seconds.  While that’s cooking, I’ll just busy myself cutting the cantaloupe.”

Well, little did I know that microwaves in hotel rooms aren’t actually meant to have anything cooked in them. I was in the middle of removing seeds from the cantaloupe when suddenly I was blasted to the floor with the most earsplitting schizophrenic beeping I have ever heard.  There was smoke pouring out of the microwave.  They had managed to strategically place the fire alarm directly over the microwave of course. My pocketknife I was using went flying across the room one way and the cantaloupe half I was working on went flying toward the bed.  My wife was jerked wildly from her sleep in a fashion quite a bit less romantic than I had hoped.  This turned out to be doubly unfortunate because she timed her bolt upright response perfectly to catch the slimy cantaloupe right on her nighty.  I frantically tried to wave off the smoke while apologizing to my befuddled wife over the blaring alarm, but to no avail. 

The burnt egg smell permeated the room along with the smoke.  I tried to blow on it, but alas, it beeped on and on.  Now I can hear urgent hispanic chatter as hotel personal are rushing to the room.  After several minutes of failed efforts to get the darn thing to shut off, we donned our robes and were eventually driven out of our room by the ruckus. 

Outside we were greeted by a couple of crying Pakistani children huddled around their bleary eyed parents.  They were the first of many unhappy hotel guests who were compelled to leave their rooms on that wing of the building.  Did you know that in a hotel, when one fire alarm goes off, they all do?

Well, needless to say, my breakfast (though memorable) wasn’t as romantic as I had hoped.  Lucky for us, the nice Fireman gave us a break… this was our honeymoon after all.  

Now, when people ask us how our honeymoon went, my wife is quick to reply “Well, my husband surprised me with breakfast in bed!”

They sound like idiots

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For several months now, I have been bugging my husband to take me kayaking. We thought our honeymoon would be a perfect time. We called the kayak rent shop and asked about conditions vs. skill level and such. He said the sea was a bit choppy and that, especially since we were inexperienced to sea kayaking, it would be difficult to row against the current and wind, “but you should be fine.”
 
“Is the bar open today?” I asked.
“Yep, it’s open” he said.
 
We felt pretty dang cool clad in our rented wet suits and carrying a tandem kayak down toward the harbor. We had to wind down a stair case, passing several people who, no doubt, were thinking to themselves, “They must be so hardcore. If only we were as cool as that.”

Both silently nervous, we ventured into the water. Soon enough, however, our nerves were calmed (though not helped by my constant repeating of “We are going to die.”) by the rhythmical waves.  We quickly became comfortable and really began enjoying ourselves, especially once we left the Depoe Bay, Oregon Harbor and got out into the open ocean.
 
Now, let me explain something. This is no river kayak; as dinky as those are, sea kayaks are even more dinky. In a river kayak, you sit in a hole in the kayak. In a sea kayak, there are no sides, not even a lip. It is practically flat, and you just sit right on top. So it really is just you and the sea and nothing in-between.
 
As we got farther out, the waves turned into swells, but we were still having a ton of fun (mostly because we felt so hardcore). Before too long, we capsized. But not a big deal, we were calm and climbed back in (which proves to be rather tricky). Right after, a whale watching boat drove by and asked if we were doing alright (which, of course, we were) and advised us not to go any farther out: the wind was picking up and the swells were getting bigger.
 
In the course of turning around, we capsized again and as we were just about back in the kayak we flipped over a third time. But calm and cool we remained. At this point, the swells were…oh somewhere between 6 and 8 feet. Due to my husband’s aid, I successfully climbed back in, but he couldn’t: the swells were too high and too frequent.

The same whale watching boat made a circle around us and announced, “We’re coming to pick you up.” While I was thinking, “that is a great idea”, I afterward learned what he was thinking, “That’s a bad idea. We’re fine. I’ll just swim to shore, tugging Angela and the kayak.”
 
We clumsily climbed into our “rescue” boat, and, while heading back to the harbor, saw a whale (which, turns out, we were headed right towards in our kayak). As we were unloading, we saw the Coast Guard waiting to talk to us. “Uh oh. We must be in trouble.”

After ensuring there was a lack of injuries, the Guard told us the bar was closed that day. “Did you not see the blinking yellow lights which indicate the bar’s closure? Or did you not check weather conditions? That sea is dangerous for anything under 16 feet long! Where did you get the kayak?” Trying to act as unknowing as possible, which wasn’t hard since we really had no idea, we named the rent shop. 

Fortunately, truly being poor newly weds, he did not fine us the $1100.00 for disobeying the rules. But we did get to hear all about the apparent history this rent shop has of renting kayaks under dangerous weather conditions to inexperienced kayakers. And then he let us go.
 
Since we still had the kayak and the wet suits, we kayaked around the harbor for a while, which had plenty of sea life. Intermittently, we were interrupted by people asking, “Are you the couple that was kayaking out in the sea??”

Yeah, that’s right, we’re famous. We truly were hardcore. 
 
To top it off, we told my husband’s brother this story upon our return. He actually went out to Depoe Bay the following day to show a friend the Oregon Coast. They went on a whale watching trip, and were chatting with the captain who said, “Yeah, you never know what you’ll find out here in the ocean: whales, kayakers,…”

Marshall: “Wait, you saw kayakers?!”

Captain: “Yeah, just a few days ago. We had to rescue them; the sea was dangerous.”

Marshall: “Man, they sound like idiots!”

Captain: “Yeah….”
 
Either way, we felt cool. Perhaps we should have been nervous…

Things to keep in mind while planning a honeymoon

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Have you ever thought you knew so much about a certain activity that you planned minimally, and found out how horribly wrong you were at the worst possible moment? I have. It was called our honeymoon.

All my life, I thought going backpacking for my honeymoon would be the most amazing thing in the world. When I got engaged in 2008, I asked my wonderful wife whether or not it would be OK to do this for our honeymoon. Somewhat hesitatingly, she said it would be fine, as long as I made all the correct preparations. My plan was to use the truck I was in the process of rebuilding to get us to a trailhead, then hike in to a beautiful lake, camp, and spend four blissful days under the cover of nature. 

The first thing that went wrong was that I did not finish the truck in time, so I thought “No big deal, my 22 year old convertible sports car should work just fine, not like we will be doing any major off-roading or anything…”

Our wedding day came and went, and we headed off on our honeymoon on August 6th. That night, I surprised my wife with a nights’ stay at the Anniversary Inn, which was great. The following morning, we went out to my car, excited and apprehensive about the next few days. The previous night had gone so well, what could possibly go wrong? We loaded our gear into the car, sat down, and I turned the key… and nothing happened. My lights had been on all night, and had run the battery down. Fortunately, someone was able to give us a jump-start and then we were on our way (already two hours later than expected).

We drove for a couple of hours to the Uinta mountains were we planned to camp, and using a hiking trail map, began our drive north across the Uintas to the Alligator Lake trailhead. 

As we drove in, the roads became progressively worse and worse, first being a paved road with lots of bumps, turning to a dirt road, to a gravel road, then a fork in the road. We stopped, got out and looked at our map to decide which fork to take, and it started to rain. We put the roof on the car, and continued along a now muddy road in the middle of August in a black car with no air conditioning. As we continued, so did the rain. Eventually we were bouncing along the road, hearing metal scraping against rock every few feet of driving in a car that wasn’t even designed to drive on the freeway in rain, let alone a rock road built solely for 4×4 access. With this being the case, I was only able to go about 4mph the entire time. My wife was alternately praying and questioning why she married me.

As we continued to slowly progress, we decided that we were not going to be able to reach the lake that was on the other side of the map from where we were, so a change of plans was in order. We decided to go to the next lake that had a road sign indicating it’s existence. We found one, I turned down the path, and we reached it very shortly… But there were RV’s there, and I decided arrogantly to refuse to camp next to them, much to the dismay of my wife.

So we plodded onwards, still scraping, on even worse roads than we had initially dreamed my car was capable of limping down. I will not go into too much detail about the many times my wife said “Honey, I don’t think you can drive down that one…” and I did anyway, but suffice to say we found a place to park the car with a trail access to Lym Lake. 

After loading up with our backpacks, both looking like twelve year old Boy Scouts on his first camp-out, taking care of some business involving shovels, toilet paper, and a disgusted wife who had barely even used a pit toilet, let alone a trench, we started off. Finally!

We were actually doing what I had been wanting to do! Yes, it was late in the day (probably around 5pm) but we were on our way to blissful days by a lake shore! We followed a trail for about twenty minutes, came to a clearing, excitedly picked up the pace… and saw a sad, muddy black sports car we both recognized much to our dismay. We had gone in a complete circle, and ended back exactly where we started. The decision was made to find another trailhead, so we loaded back into the car, and drove to yet another “Honey, I don’t think…” road.

After we got to the point where there was no way the car could climb anymore (trust me, I tried…) we parked the car and began our trip where there was an actual sign pointing us towards Lym Lake. 

After hiking for over two hours, with the sun setting, we were not finding the lake. We decided to set up camp just off the trail, and as it got to be pitch black, fear set in. We realized we were at least 50 miles from the closest human in bear country with lots of wonderful smelling food. About halfway through trying to set up our brand new tent in pitch black conditions, we looked at each other and decided enough was enough. We packed up and decided to head back home. After a very difficult hike back out in the darkness of the night, we saw the car! As soon as we were out of the dirt trails, my wife fell soundly asleep and didn’t wake up until we were almost home. We got home at 1am, went inside, and fell asleep in seconds. 

Later, I did some research and discovered that Alligator lake can only be accessed from Wyoming. I had tried to get us to a lake that was impossible to drive to from the southern access. Thankfully, my wife and I are still married, and a year later I convinced her somehow to try the trip again, this time with much more planning, and much better results.

Hurricane Honeymoon

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My wife and I have stayed in the Anniversary Inn in Logan as a gift and LOVED our trip. That was before we had our son however. We would love the opportunity to stay again but that’s a little out of our budget.

I suppose I could get to the reason for this message, and tell my ugly honeymoon story. My wife grew up here in Utah and I’m an import from Georgia, (because of her of course). She served her mission there and when she returned home, decided to check up on some of her old areas. I was a police officer, and a firefighter, so I was pretty easy to reach.

After about a year of phone dating, I got tired of knowing I loved her and not doing something, so I flew to Utah and proposed. She then moved to Georgia, as i was the one with the career(s). About six months later we flew to Utah to be married. Now we get to the fun part. The next day I had plans to fly back east and take my wife to a small bed and breakfast on the beach in Florida, stay there for a week and return to reality with a happy story. This was not to be. When we flew into Atlanta we were informed that not one, not two, but three tropical storms were off the coast of Florida, two of which were hurricanes. When i called the b+b we were to stay at, I was informed that there was six inches of water in the room where we should have been. So we stayed in Atlanta while it rained for a couple of days. Then i had to cut the whole trip short due to a court case that a judge brought up unexpectedly.

My understanding new wife said she had to get used to the life as the wife of a public servant sometime, why not now and we returned home. Our whole honeymoon, or the lack there of, was a disaster. We soon moved to Utah. We had our son who came with a few (still undiagnosed) health problems. This put a burden on the finances so trying to be a good daddy i took a second job as a pizza boy at night, in addition to my schooling and being a full time commercial electrician. I’ve never been able to give my bride a honeymoon, and even thought it may only be for one night, I think this opportunity would make her so happy for our anniversary on October fourth. Although I’m sure I could speak for her when i say any night would be just fine. A night away to relax, not having to worry about bills, her home, or hearing the word mommy, or just a full nights sleep, might be perfect. We love our son, but who couldn’t use a break for a bit. I hope I’ve made my case, and again appreciate your time.

Everything Comes in Threes

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Ok – so you know how people say “everything comes in three’s” , like when really bad things happen or really good things happen….they come 3 at a time?

Well, that is exactly what happened to us on our honeymoon! We went to Cozumel on our honeymoon and while we were there we got a call from my sister at our hotel (at the time I wasn’t even thinking it was weird that she was calling us in MEXICO on our honeymoon!), so she ends up having to break the news to me that my best friend that was just in my wedding got in a really bad car accident and was in a coma (don’t worry she’s ok now).

So we were blessed to be able to change our flights for way cheap and leave to go see her in the hospital (She lives in Denver and we live in Utah) which was super traumatic…..my poor husband was so comforting but I know it was hard for him to see me as an emotional wreck the first week of our marriage.  Then the day after we got to the hospital , the doctors told us she was going to survive and we would just have to wait and see what happened in the weeks to come. 

The next day I got a call from my boss and she asked if I could come in because they were swamped (mind you I was still supposed to be on my honeymoon).  I explained everything that had happened and that I would, but I was in Denver and I couldn’t. Then, without even saying anything about my friend or all the traumatic stuff I was going through she says        “ Well, I’m going to have to let you go then”. 

I was FLOORED!

I had worked there for almost a year and it was a secure job….I am a licensed insurance agent, so this came as a total surprise!

So then we finally get home from Denver…..exhausted and unemployed and 2 nights after we got home our cars got broken into and the stereos stolen. We had a $500 deductible on each of our cars and the damage to each car was about $490…..awesome!

In the end my friend healed, she’s not the same, but she’s alive. It took me a year to find a new job, but I got one and we learned the value of parking our cars in the garage .

I’m pretty sure we were being taught that life is going to be really hard sometimes, but you just have to roll with the punches. We’ve been married for a little over 3 years now and are expecting our first baby in 3 months and would LOVE the chance at a second honeymoon. Thanks!

Sincerely, a hopeful husband.