Big Mountain Resort in Whitefish, Montana
I have always wanted to go skiing but have never had the opportunity; so when our friends Tyler and Keri suggested a trip in March to Whitefish Montana we were thrilled. We ran around shopping for ski jackets and pants, and warm socks and prepared for our trip. The closer we got to the trip the more my excitement was peaked. I just knew it . . . Tommy was going to pop the big question! Well, I didn’t really know for sure, but who could miss such an opportunity! So I started to hint around . . . because Tommy is a TERRIBLE secret-keeper and I am the Sherlock Holmes of gift-guessing. He hadn’t gotten one passed me yet. I’ve nailed every birthday and holiday gift since we began dating. But as we got closer to the trip I started to become less sure. So I started guessing . . . on the plane?!?! Nope, made it off the plane and he still hadn’t asked. Once we got to the condo?! Nope. When we picked up our skis with Tyler, Keri and Tommy’s brother Jeffrey?! Nope. Okay, maybe before I started my snowboarding lesson?!?! Nope. After a few hours of falling on my behind I was cold, tired, my clothes were wet and I was just annoyed. By dinner I was in full out grump mode and Tommy knew it. After exchanging a few well-placed barbs, I decided to get over it. We were on vacation and he’d ask ONE DAY. So I put it behind me and we actually had a really good time at restaurants and little dive bars in Whitefish.
The Big Day
The next day I woke up feeling like a piece of bruised fruit. Snowboarding is not easy, people! You fall, you fall, and you fall some more. Tommy encouraged me to get out of bed, put on my ski clothes, and get out there. After switching my boots because they were a whole size too small, we tried a few bigger hills. I was actually starting to get it before I made a final run down the hill and just crashed. Not a little crash–the type of crash where your goggles, hat, and glove fly off, and you lay there for minute and think, “Am I alive?” You only know for certain when someone who’s skiing by stops to check and see if you are ACTUALLY alive. Since I was still alive, we decided that maybe I’d have more luck with skis, which are a little easier on beginners.
The Big Question
After skiing for a few hours we decided we’d take a break. We stopped by the condo so I could drop off my skis and we could meet up with Tommy’s brother. We had plans to meet with Tyler and Keri for lunch at the summit on top of one of the highest peaks. We rode up the mountain on one of the lifts and for some odd reason I ended up next to Jeffrey instead of next Tommy. When we reached the top the boys went to find Tyler and Keri and I looked around the gift shop for souvenirs until Tommy came to find me and suggested we take a photo with the mountains in the backdrop. Seemed like a good idea to me! So there we are posing in front of the mountain for a photo taken by Jeffrey except then Tommy’s kneeling . . . wait KNEELING?!?! SHUT UP!!!! WITH A BOX!!!! AND IN THE BOX IS A BIG RING!!! SHUT UP!!! I’m pretty sure that’s what I said for a few minutes . . . Tommy says I actually said something to the effect of “Shut Up! I hate you!!” But I don’t think that’s true. He got me. He absolutely pulled off the shock of a lifetime. Of course, I said yes. And the rest is history . . .