We had made plans to drive to San Francisco for the Fourth of July weekend to spend the holiday with Carole’s brother and his family there. On July 3rd, on the way up the coast, we stopped in Cambria – which is more or less halfway between Los Angeles and San Francisco. Phil suggested we go on a short hike/nature walk along the bluffs. It was beautiful:
As we were hiking, Phil was looking for the perfect spot to propose.
By the time we got to the end of the trail, he decided they were all perfect, and that he would do it the first time they stopped on the way back down the trail. Which was here:
Phil got on one knee and asked Carole to marry him. She said yes. It was a lovely, perfect moment. And here is the ring: