I arrived at Bodega Ridge on Friday afternoon to Pat lugging logs of wood to around on the top of ridge. It was a few hours before the rehearsal/welcome dinner, and the groomsmen were making an alter from scratch. I was sweating just watching them, and I’m sure my arrival was as good of an excuse as any on such a hot day to take a break. Morgan came to meet us, and together we took a quick tour of the place. I had been looking forward to Pat and Morgan’s wedding since I first met them in Vancouver six months before and as we walked the property, I could tell how excited both of them they were to get the weekend started. I couldn’t wait either – their wedding ceremony site overlooked the gulf islands, the dinner tent sat under a giant arbutus tree and the smell of fresh seafood was almost too much.
Morgan and Pat, like myself, are from the east living in the west. Their friends and family were slowly but surely rolling in from what seemed like every corner of Canada to Galiano Island; a remote gem of a place in the Gulf Islands of British Columbia. It took flights, rented cars, and even an overnight at the ferry terminal if I remember correctly to get everyone there. A bit of an effort, but for anyone that has travelled knows the effort of the journey make the destination all the more sweet, and the few days I spent with Morgan and Pat truly unforgettable.
It was a wedding for the ages, and I couldn’t be happier to share their wedding photos this morning.