Redwood Wedding

Saturday, June 22nd dawned cold and clear in San Francisco. We should know, we were wide awake for it, our bodies thinking it was more like 9am. We traveled to San Fran to photograph a destination wedding in the Portola Redwoods in the Santa Cruz Mountains. The drive from the hotel was an hour of winding mountain roads with amazing views, and lots of prayers like 'God, please don't let me throw up on the bride'.
The ceremony itself was beautiful. Barry Grecu was the minister, and the alter was a wood platform surrounded by a semi-circle of Redwoods. What more could you ask for? It was humorous because periodically during the ceremony hikers would come past talking loudly until they saw the ceremony and silenced their party until they were past. One family even sat down in the back and watched the whole thing.
So this is how we ended up in California for a week. I had never been to the west coast, so when we got this wedding, I begged Charles to take a week off from work so that we could drive down the coast. We both have friends around the LA area, so it didn't take much begging.