Talia and Brandon operated in a spirit of extremes. Newlyweds from the midwest, they booked their western US honeymoon on a moment’s notice — Talia emailed me the day before jumping on a plane and flying cross-county to California. We caught up again the following day in the early morning while she was at the airport about to board her flight, then we texted a few times on her drive north from San Fran. And for all the impulsiveness prior to arrival, few guests have been so focused on maintaining a schedule of hikes and activity as Talia and Brandon. I actually had no idea there was so much to do in the area (horseback riding on the banks of Mill Creek…who knew?!).
Sure there was wine at night and lazy dinners, but they were up early and out for most of the day.
When it came to food, timing couldn’t have been better for the two. A friend had caught some beautiful salmon while ocean fishing and I did a trade for a bright, 12-pounder which we promptly sliced into thick steaks, cooking up way too much food on the grill that night and eating fish in heroic proportions.
For Meg and I, who never took a honeymoon per se, it was fun to be a part of someone else’s.