We had planned on getting married next July, but decided for a variety of reasons (immigration for me being one) to get married now. So when I was down there, we decided to do it. On July 3rd, at 11:45am, in the gazebo at the Inn, we were married. We had to work breakfast, so I left the Inn at 10:15 to get ready, he followed shortly after. Most of the family did not know, it was just us, the owners of the Inn as witnesses, and the Sheriff. Then, we drove over the mountain towards Harrisonburgh, had BBQ and fried catfish at Hank's Smokehouse, ( I'm turning Southern!) then went to the Greene Valley Bookfair where we bought more cookbooks than we need. He surprised me, and rented a cabin at Lydia Mountain for the night. The next morning, it was back to work. I have about 165 days left before I move down. But who's counting.