You know they’re good ones when the snow starts blowing through the trees and we’re all laughing and yelling and whooping, then someone takes a tumble on the wet rock on the way down to the ceremony and gets married with bloody elbows anyway. Or fingers are too cold to put rings on, and I’m wiping off my lens every 3 minutes and snow is rushing up the side of the rock face and right into us. It was truly wet and wild and too much fun.
