We found Evan and he introduced us to his Cessna plane and to his friend Kristen who accompanied us. This was the first time I had ever been in a plane this small, so wondered what this would be like! We were given headsets with microphones to wear, so that we could talk to each other over the noise of the plane and hear Evan’s interactions with air traffic control.
We flew west toward the coast, over downtown LA and
Evan, the fearless pilot
After perhaps an hour ride, we landed at the Golita airport, outside
About ½ mile down the beach, there were some rocks that formed a natural wall from the land to the ocean, and we put down a blanket and sat down near them on this ‘corner’ of the beach. Bob pulled out a poem he had written, and said that he wanted to read it to me. The poem, titled “This Flight up the Coast” described the literal journey we had just taken, as well as the journey of our relationship and this moment of decision to commit our lives to each other. I’ll include just one stanza here:
“A plunge, an adventure, and a quest,
Mighty is, our Great God of Rest.
Beckoning, asking, watching, waiting –
Let us walk together, this great lifelong test.”
He then pulled out the ring, and asked the question directly, “will you marry me?” I won’t pretend that I deliberated. “yes, absolutely!” We savored the moment and reflected on what we were committing to, then took a few pictures of ourselves on the beach in our ‘private spot’:
We walked back down the beach, and had some excellent seafood at a restaurant on the beach. Bob had picked out a few scriptures related to marriage, so we read some of them over dinner, reflecting on God’s design for this relationship. We then called our parents to share the news and walked back down to the airport to meet Evan and fly home. As we were leaving the beach area, we looked back at the sign for the beach, and noticed a smaller sign, pointing to the beach we had come from. Ironic, given what we had just done:
The sun had just gone down when we took off, so there were beautiful streaks of orange and red in the sky, and we had some great views of the sky on the way home. We also got to watch other planes in the sky, and hear how they manage the air traffic over the radios.
When we got back to
Augustine, Bob, Willard, and Paul, with cake and cider