Winter settled softly over Stratton, turning the mountain into a quiet, snow-covered backdrop for L’s carefully planned proposal.
L confessed to me during our planning that he was not as good of a skier as N. A few days before, L called to say he’d hurt his shoulder while practicing skiing, so we needed to adjust the plan. Instead of meeting mid-run, we decided we’d still meet N at the summit for a hot chocolate break at noon.
L and I rode the gondola up early, the wind whipping as we searched for the perfect spot to wait. The summit felt magical — fresh powder, soft flakes, and that peaceful hush that only happens on snowy days. ( Even with the wind)
When N arrived, bundled up and smiling, L took a breath and stepped forward. In the middle of the trail, he asked the question. N’s face lit up instantly — the perfect winter moment — and she said yes.
In the excitement, L realized he’d forgotten the hot chocolate entirely. Luckily, I came prepared. Champagne replaced cocoa, and they celebrated at the summit, snow falling around them and the mountain stretching quietly below.
