Bradley popped the question in Montana in Glacier National Park. We were on vacation with my entire extended family (god bless him...), but took a few days with my parents to camp in one of the most remote areas of the park. After a less than ideal camping experience - I've learned my lesson, I'm a day trip kind of a girl myself - we hiked to iceberg lake. 10 miles round trip, a few grizzlies on a hill, and desperately in need of a snack, we arrived.

Climbing over snow in late June, we made it to iceberg lake. Caribbean blue waters with glaciers floating within, but all I could think about was a snack. And where my parents were? Bradley told me they'd catch up, which I of course believed... and set off to find the perfect view, or at least one without a crowd of people standing around.

He motioned for me to come up onto a hill on the side of the lake. I was less than enthused as I had a perfect view from where I was and was dying to get into my trail mix but eventually followed along. As I was dragging my feet up there, looking out at the view, he got down on one knee. All I could say in my state of shock was "THIS ISN'T HAPPENING" to which he replied, "Oh yes, it is".

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