- 1 year ago
As I have mentioned before, my fiance and I are a little out of the ordinary. When I mentioned four wheeling was our main event for entertainment, I wasn’t kidding. It was our first date, our getaway dates, our excuse for not going to our friend’s daughter’s third birthday party.
(first official date)
Four wheeling is a part of who we are as a couple, it kind of defines our relationship. So when he asked me if we wanted to go four wheeling in the middle of October, I was all for it. I thought it was a little odd at first that he wanted to do it in October. Where we are from, its usually pretty cold at that time. Not to the point where you’re fingers turn into icicles (that’s in Janurary) but enough where you can’t feel toes or ears.
We lucked out big time! The weather blessed our four wheeling get together and gave us 50 degree weather, sunshiny with a light breeze. It had originally been forecasted to rain this day – which we wouldn’t have minded either seeing as rain makes the trails less dusty and more fun (where we get down and dirty, literally)
Adam was dead set on me having my own four wheeler this time around (usually, I ride shotgun with him on our Suzuki). I wasn’t against this until I saw the thing he wanted me to drive. I blanched at the sight of a Ranger, a side by side hunk of a thing. These things have NO power getting up monster hills and they are notorious for stalling once in awhile because people try to push them a littler harder than they’re supposed to. I am one of these people .
(This is what I was supposed to get down in the dirt in?)
After a little bit of mumbling and grumbling, I got in it and got it rolling at a whopping 10 miles per hour. I drove it as far as about 2 miles before it sputtered to a stop on a hill I got stuck on and would not come alive. I had officially killed the thing.
What was weird here is Adam was seriously angry about it. I didn’t understand until later why this was. I mean, I could just ride with him right?
After awhile he got over his bad mood and started to get really excited again, which I was thankful for. We started to splash mud around the river, getting drenched in both mud and water. Part way through our day, he suggest to the men and his sister that were with us that day, to head to this particular slew we were in the month before. Once we were all in unison, he headed straight there… and INTO a mud hole we had gotten stuck in last month.
I had mud and water up to my knees and I was sitting on the four wheeler. I was convinced we were stuck for life. Adam got up off the four wheeler, testing the mudhole to see if we could walk back up to dry land. I reach for his hand to help me off the four wheeler and then he pulls out the ring box. Getting down onto one knee in the mud, he begins to tell me “Babe, before I met you, I was stuck in the mud just like we are now. Ever since I have met you, it has been wonderful and I know with you I can get through anything. Will you marry me?”
(A photo from our engagement day)
Apparently, I said yes. And seconds later called him a brat for drenching me. My little secret? I wouldn’t have had it any other way!
One of our many reasons for 4 wheeling
AND the ring!