Rob and I got engaged at the top of a mountain. Several years later, an inn was built at the foot of that mountain, and that's where we went this past weekend to celebrate our 6-year wedding anniversary (a week early).

Saturday evening we took a picnic to a nearby winery that had live music. There were couples and families all around us, and we spent much of the evening people-watching, trying to figure out which kids, all of whom were running around like crazy, belonged to which adults. This proved nearly impossible to determine, so then we tried to match dogs to owners. Which was even more impossible, given the friendly nature of dogs and the inclination people have to show affection to any dog that wanders over. We finally concluded that everyone there but us belonged to a commune.

It was a delightful way to while away the evening, sitting side-by-side on our blanket, sipping wine. I feel very fortunate to have married someone with whom I can have so much fun doing nothing.

We also took several walks and hikes, including the hike up to the overlook where we got engaged 7 years ago.

March 2001

May 2008

It's a tough hike; the sign at the beginning declares the trail "for the stout-hearted." We whined a bit about how we're not as young as we used to be, but we made it. Seems this many years later, our hearts are still stout. And still in beat with one another.