Engaged! (Extended Cut)
For the Fourth of July (Wednesday) I had the day off work and Hillary had the day off school, and we were going to go hiking up around Mt Baker. I drove up to Bellingham on the Tuesday evening with my backpack loaded… ring, champagne, strawberries, and camera. Plan A was to hike until we found a nice lake with a good view of Mt Baker, and get down on one knee.
Wednesday morning arrives and Hill really does need to get some more study done before school starts back, so we decide that we can’t spend the whole day hiking. Spend the morning at Hill’s house, pretending to read while she studies. We then go for a walk in the sun, through the university campus and down to Fairhaven - a nice little 19th-century-style waterfront town at the south side of Bellingham. I take my backpack along, telling Hill that it is for my camera .. neglecting to mention the other vital ingredients.
Plan B was a nice little wharf down by the sea in Fairhaven .. we’d had a few strolls along it earlier in the year. In the middle of winter of course, when nobody else was around .. it’s now a sunny 4th of July, and every man and his dog (or dogs) is around. Nope, I wanted something a little quieter.
Plan C involved a bench with a view over the sea that was further along the walkway, which we’d sat on and talked for a while the last time we were down here. Foiled again .. the building has been remodeled and the bench has gone. Plus there are still people everywhere.
Now I’m desperate. Hill is suggesting that we may like to turn around and head back toward town, but I’m not going to have a bar of that. I’ve decided I’m going to do it and that is that. Plan D … hmmmm, Plan D? I don’t have a Plan D.
Plan D. Those rocks, sitting above the beach / sea. They look okay. I drag Hill over in their direction, and we perch somewhat-comfortably on them for 10 minutes - talking. I decide this is as good as Plan D is going to get, so tell Hill that I’m going to take a photo of us. She isn’t too keen, but obliges graciously. I walk away slightly, reaching into my bag .. stealthily collecting the ring along with the camera.
I crouch by the rock, pretending to set up the timer on the camera. Little does Hill know, I’ve set the camera to video mode. I push ‘record’, and walk back to in front of Hillary. Taking a knee, I forget everything I had planned to say and (with every ounce of romance that is in me) rapidly blurt out “Hillary … I talked to your parents last week. Will you marry me? I love you very much!”
She said yes (after a little reminder that I needed an answer), and the ring fit. :)
Listening to: Spoon - Stay Don’t Go