It’s been forever since we have posted. So long that I’m not entirely sure anyone is still reading. BUT, we have a good excuse…we’ve been so busy becuase we got ENGAGED!
Over the holidays, we planned a roadtrip during the Christmas and New Years break. After much debate, we decided to head east and hit up Park City by way of Las Vegas, my new favorite place. How it took me this long to realize the awesomeness of Vegas is just beyond me. After spending a great night in Vegas (we stayed at the Trump), we hit the road early in order to make it to Park City by dinner time. Little did I know that Ethan had made reservations at a restaurant at the top of a mountain, which was only accessible by sleigh ride. And little did Ethan know that Park City was in a different time zone than Vegas.
We flew through the beautiful desert landscape, stopping only for gas, in an effort to make these reservations. Once we arrived in Park City, we collapsed and rested for a while (all that being-a-passenger-in-a-car stuff is exhausting!) until it was dinner time. Ethan was still playing it cool and I had NO idea that anything was up.
Around 6pm, we made our way over to the sleigh (which is pulled by a Sno-Cat) and managed to get ourselves into the cab of said Sno-Cat. This ended up working out to our benefit, as they were grooming the mountain and our route up the hill took us through about 6 snow making machines. The folks in the sleigh said it’s the coldest they have ever been. And these are the hard core skiing type.
Once at the top, the group strapped on snowshoes for the last 50 yard trek across the snowy (and flat…thank God) landscape, lit only by the moonlight. At this point…Ethan started acting differently. He kept pulling me to the back of the group (there were about 30 of us in a single file line) to “look at the surroundings” and “take it all in”. Me, being nervous about group seating and not being able to sit together at dinner, kept pushing him to the front of the line. And I might mention here, that it was about 9 degrees out. I wasn’t about to hang back and risk getting lost in this tundra. So Ethan kept pulling and I kept pushing. Eventually, he won out and there we were, a few yards from the restaurant, when he asked someone to take our picutre. After the picture, here is how it played out:
Ethan: I love you
Katie: Love you too [turns to run to restaurant to ensure good seating]
Ethan[grabs me]: I want to spend the rest of my life with you
Katie: Me too [turns to run to restaurant to ensure good seating]
At this point, Ethan realized the only way to stop me was to get down on one knee. Cue the tears. I started freaking out and jumping around in my showshoes. Ethan shows me the ring, and then snaps the box shut. What!? Is he serious? What was going on here…
Ethan: I’m not about to take this diamond ring out of its box, in the DEEP snow, in the moonlight.
Fair point. We run (awkwardly) to the restaurant, take off the snowshoes and he puts the ring on me. I am of course telling everyone I see. Turns out the staff already knew. He had coordinated it with them! And low and behold…we had reserved seats.
Pic of us at the restaurant
