ASHLEY + WESTON
The drive to Linville was treacherous. Thunder boomed in the distance. Rain fell in sheets. The radar was not hopeful.
We arrived at the Hawksbill trailhead merely hoping to make it through the ceremony without an epic downpour. The officiant was lost, and we chatted through our options while we waited for him to arrive. The rain held off long enough for them to exchange vows in the forest while the fog weaved through the trees.
The forecast showed imminent storms, but we decided to chance it and hike anyway. The views that awaited us were astounding. The fog rolled through and would intermittently show us a different masterpiece every other minute.
We picked blueberries on the way down, only for the rain to begin again.