It was a cool and brisk November fall day in the Umpqua Valley. Bulging grey rain clouds meandered above the emerald crowns of the Ponderosa Pines, while the Big Leaf Maples shed the last of their golden and auburn leaves. The Umpqua River, cutting a deep blue rivet through the valley, gurgled away as it typically does, small silver crests rippling across the surface of the rather busy river. The forest was gentle, quiet, the smell of cozy wood burning stoves being left behind for the crisp clean perfume of fall time in the wood.
I pressed the red button to record on my phone and settled near the warmth of the fire. Casey and Danica, snuggled on their blanket, shared warm cups of hot chocolate as their joyful origin story of the future Mr. and Mrs. Barrett began to unfold.