Once you get there, it is quite beautiful and should make for a memorable ceremony and celebration.
My husband and I were fortunate enough to have the bride's Aunt and Uncle along for the trip. Our experienced remote-logging-roads-driver had no problem getting us to the site. We all took a good look around when we got there and made note of things like: who is signed up for which cabin? How late will the generator be running? How much fridge space can we count on? And how far is grandma's cabin from the "facilities"?
Being a typical Mother-of-the-Bride I also worried about things like: What does the mother of the bride wear to a wedding in the bush where the weather can be variable to say the least? How fancy is too fancy? How casual is too casual? What the heckity-peck is everyone else planning to wear?!! Can someone please wake me when this is all over?!
On the return trip, our fearless driver was less certain of the now-reversed forks in the road. Auntie and I took this picture of our driver and his navigator both leaning over a MAP determining that, yes indeedy, they had actually taken the "scenic" route and we would be doubling back to have a second look at those fishing and hunting possibilities we had passed along the way.
Anyway, lets keep this all in perspective shall we? All is well that ends well. It will end well......right? Right?
Note to all parents out there with daughters still young enough to be "influenced" and gently trained in the way you would have them go:
Fer Heaven's sake, promise her that you will make it worth her while to elope.....before its too late......and you find yourself car-sick and lost on a remote logging road.