I had never been to San Francisco, so Rock booked a trip for us the first week of November 2018. He has good friends living there he wanted me to meet and a long list of his favorite places to show me. The first day, we rented a car and he drove us down Highway 1 along the Pacific coast.
During our travels abroad, our thing was to have a picnic in every city. We stopped in Santa Cruz for some IPAs, cheese, meat, and crackers and got to Big Sur juuuust before sunset. We drove the bumpy dirt road back to Pfeiffer Beach, parked, and walked the sandy paths through the trees. The beach is unreal. We plopped down on a blanket, cracked open the beers, and cheers'ed. A couple of minutes later Rocky said, "I'm going to ask that guy to take our picture."
I come to find out later Rocky whispered, "Will you take our picture and just keep taking them? I'm going to propose to her." The guy was all in to capture this moment for us. I was completely shocked, shaking, and so happy. We said thank you to the guy and as he gave us his congratulations, he shared he had gotten married the past Sunday. I looked over at his wife smiling and cheering for us. It was the perfect moment.