We left a day early for Heidi and Jarod’s wedding, with warnings all over the radio and the television about a big blizzard bearing down. Rather than be found on Heidi’s wedding day somewhere along the side of a lonely country road, me and my anxiety decided we were going to leave early and get a hotel room an hour closer. Of course, rather than watch me pace the floor, Kari agreed we should pack up and get on the road. Another minute of me biting my nails was going to drive her bonkers, so off we went and made a mini-date night out of the trip.
The next morning in the hotel room we started out early just as the edges of the storm began to creep over the horizon. The temperature was dropping and the wind was picking up with a definite bite to the air. As the fog of the blizzard overtook us, I stopped to shoot some footage of the giant wind turbines that were dipping into view just off the highway, eerily swooping into sight from out of the clouds, then gone again, vanished into the fog with no more than a whisper.
Clear roads turned to black ice just as we rolled into town. A few moments later, there was Heidi in jeans, a flanel, furry snowboots and a veil, checking on her unity candle and gorgeous as ever. Not even in her dress and the girl takes your breath away more than even the chilly morning air.
We braved the storm at Heidi’s request and shot some beautiful outdoor scenes, with our bride snuggled up to her man as close as possible.
Believe it or not we actually caught up to our limo bus driver just as she pulled into town, and the rest of the night the couple was glowing. Guests were thrilled to be warm and eating great food, and Heidi and Jarod heated the place up with their fast-moving jitterbug on the dance floor.