Sarah WallockNaturally, we didn’t think it would be more than a summer fling.
Nick and I were from different countries, different worlds, different communities, and different backgrounds after all. It would never work longterm.
When I met Nick while we were working in Yosemite, I was infatuated with him. Seems like my years of maintaining unrealistically high standards actually did work. My gut was right all along.
After two long years of long-distance between New York and London, and two exciting years living in New Zealand, and a global pandemic to top it off, we always made one another the priority.
Five years later, back in the Sierra, where it all began, we said “I do.”
From sleeping on cots in Yosemite to the couch of a stranger’s house in a drive-through town in Texas to camping at an abandoned insane asylum on the West Coast of New Zealand.
From sending Valentine’s Day packages in college to drinking in London’s pubs to ocean swimming in SoCal.
From learning to snowboard and surf to skydiving and canyoneering and backpacking.
From a snowball fight in Central Park to waterskiing on Lake Wakatipu.
From working as lifeguards and camp counselors to hostel receptionists to farmhands on a dairy farm to bartenders in a ski town.
From hiking hundreds of mountains to shredding down thousands of snowy runs.
I can’t wait to see where life’s big adventures will take us next. And there’s no one I’d rather have as my teammate, adventure buddy, life partner, and husband!
But there’s still no friends on a powder day… We’ve tested it and being married doesn’t change everything.
“No wives on a powder day,” as we learned this ski season!
