Things have been a little quiet on the blog front over the weekend– for very good reason. My boyfriend’s middle brother, Paul, got married in Montana on Saturday, just outside of Yellowstone. I visited Yellowstone for the first time last summer, and it is definitely one of my favorite places in the world. The air. The mountains. The land. The (never-ending, exhausting) adventure.
This weekend was such a wonderful set of days full of dancing, drinking, hiking, exploring, photographing, and making new friends. I can’t help but to share a few photos from it. PS–Paul and Kelsi, the newlyweds themselves, write a wonderful blog over here.
The rehearsal dinner at the entrance to Yellowstone.
The reception was at a cowboy ranch 5 miles up a mountain.
Rustic pies for dessert.
Mason jar glasses.
Favors were Yellowstone knickknacks like patches, stickers, etc. Guests could also send a postcard to anyone they wanted on pre-stamped postcards.
Dinner was brisket, deep-fried turkey, bacon-wrapped green beans, salad, and cheesy potatoes.
A ranch cat.
This has been one of the most incredible summers of my life.