As the young woman cut my hair she told me about a wedding she had attended the past weekend near Russian River.
“The bride and groom weren’t the type to hire a reception hall. And they had just a little money to spend. There were maybe sixteen of us from all over the country—ALL over. And we brought tents and equipment, and it was potluck. Because everyone knew they had to feed themselves, we ended up with more than enough delicious food.
“Then a friend of the couple’s married them under the trees. He had gotten ordained. It was a pretty wedding to watch, although we kept the dress informal. And then we just had a good time enjoying each other’s company for three days, hikes, and the river, and sitting by the fire toasting marshmallows at night.”
That's a California wedding that John Muir would have liked.
Here are some thoughts about weddings, writing, and the world. Enjoy.