On a high field at Coolidge State Park in Plymouth, Vermont, with Killington Peak rising steady in the distance, Emily and Dan gathered a couple dozen of their favorite humans beneath the open pavilion and said their vows against a backdrop of wind-tousled grass and early fall Green Mountains. The day felt equal parts sacred and sun-warmed — her lace sleeves catching the light, his deep brown suit set against the hills, guests wiping quiet tears during the ceremony before drifting into laughter, tacos from Trail Break in hand, as the sky turned honey-gold. By night they were barefoot in the grass, silhouetted in bonfire smoke and mountain dusk, loved ones pitching tents in the woods nearby — because when you promise forever on a mountaintop, it only makes sense to camp there too (marriage, after all, is just the world’s most committed sleepover).
