Last week Ross and I flew out to North Carolina to celebrate Mat and Anton's marriage. They were married in the Blue Ridge Mountains, near Blowing Rock, where legend has it that an Indian brave, torn between duty and love, leapt from the edge of a rock. His grief-stricken lover prayed so long and hard that the Great Spirit saw fit to send the brave back to her. He blew right back up over the edge of the cliff and into her arms...they say even the snow falls in reverse at Blowing Rock.
Legends aside, the wedding was lovely, and did not take place at the edge of a cliff, but next to lake, under a tree.
We saw old St. Louis friends, like David and Kim.
On Sunday we had a delicious brunch at The Gamekeeper, which was once the headmaster's cabin of the Yonahlosee Riding Camp for Girls. All that is left of the camp is the "cabin" and the tennis courts, but I have the inside scoop: a certain talented writer is working on a novel inspired by this spot...
Watch out for that gargoyle, Ross!
The wedding itself was beautiful. This was my first time in North Carolina, and I was surprised at the weather in the mountains--rather like Seattle.
Mat's niece and nephew were the flower girl and ring bearer.
Anton's sister, Alex, was the maid of honor.
Finally...the bride.
Rachel and Nick were there.
David was an usher.
And Kathryn came down from Vermont.
Alex and Tim competed for the title of funniest toastmaster.
I think Anton was judging the toast contest here.
Congratulations, Mat and Anton!
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