So when Nyca and Viet told me their proposal story that happened on top of a mountain on a ski trip out West, I half jokingly said we could recreate that scene locally.
I'm an okay snowboarder. Like, I'll get egged-on and pressured to go down black diamonds skid-stopping the entire way. Also (and I waited to tell them till the end of the night), I'd broken my clavicle and syncopized on two separate occasions in each of the preceding seasons. No pressure.
But I'm so glad we made it happen! This was at the absolute tail end of the season so we were fortunate to have at least one resort still operating a couple lifts. It was truly something I'd jump (not while strapped to my snowboard) at the chance to do again.
I mean it!