My love story began at a wedding.
My sister's, to be exact. You see, Scott was the best man, and well, I was the maid of honor. We had an instant connection, but things seemed hopeless when he told me he lived four timezones away.
My two month trip to visit Scott in Alaska turned into three years, and we fell in love while backpacking, hiking, camping, and exploring the wildest and most beautiful places. We got engaged and married in the 49th state, but knew the east coast was calling us home. We spent 6 weeks traveling from Anchorage to Charlotte, and just four months later, moved to Boone.
People often ask "How did you find Boone?" The truth is, Boone found us, and we can't imagine being anywhere else. I've fallen in love with this small town with big mountains and I like to think I'm a pretty good tour guide.
Never in my wildest dreams did I think I'd meet the man of my dreams and move across the country, but love is a wild thing. I'm a hopeless romantic and a sucker for a good love story, and I'm here to tell yours.