Happy Places. If you’re Brooke & Dirk, intrepid lovers (and of backcountry skiing), the Opa’s Taylor Hut is just such a place. Damned if it’s six miles in straight uphill or thereabouts. No, if you’re Brooke & Dirk, this is the kind of stuff that “enriches” experiences — seasoning, if you will.
So naturally, when it came time for Brooke & Dirk to pick a spot to be married, the hard-to-get-to one, near tree line, at 11,800 feet, the architectural masterwork where some of the state’s last grizzly bears once roamed — the Opa’s Taylor Hut — was the first and only real plausible choice.
Hut Trip Wedding, then.
Now, April can be a tricky time of year in the Rockies. This year, it was particularly tricky — much of the lower route to the hut had already melted out of snow. This meant the bride n’ groom — and officiants and attendees (formal sounding for “friends”) — were entreated to a brief (ly grueling) mile-and-a-half stroll along a ramped dirt road before arriving at snow in sufficient enough quantities to actually commence the skiing part of the weekend. Yay!
A beautiful bride in a gown. A handsome fellow in a suit. A backcountry hut transformed, somehow, into a glowing, magical chapel while outside a storm brews. This is truly a sight to behold — and somehow everybody has produced gallant formalwear from overstuffed backpacks?! A special few moments. Tears. Laughter. Joy. Party.
Outside, meanwhile, this storm is lashing at the newly-raised prayer flags. A white wedding, of course! Overnight, as the fire smolders in the central wood stove, these newlyweds will be blessed with 20-plus inches of new snow. And, again, we are reminded why memories run deepest … in happy places.
After Brooke and Dirk eloped high in the mountains with their close friends, they hosted a reception back in Carbondale, Colorado with their extended family and friends.
Day two at the Opa’s Taylor Hut.