Wife 2.0, KYHillChick, and I were down in McCreary County, KY at her Mom's.
Earlier in the trip, I'd traded her Mom a microwave in exchange for her hand in marriage. I'll tell that story in a bit. Anyhow, I took her out to the 3-Forks of the Beaver (an overlook in the Beaver Creek WMA) and proposed marriage on bended knee.
So let me get this straight, shaman, you traded a microwave for your wife? Yep. I went back in the hollers and traded an old mountain woman a microwave for her only daughter.
See, the first time I'd met her mom, I'd gotten up early and tried to fix breakfast for everyone. That's when I discovered her microwave was broken.
"Oh, that thing! It hasn't worked in 5 years."
"Why do you keep it in the kitchen?"
"It works well as a bread safe."
"Have you tried to get it fixed?"
"Nobody around these parts knows how to fix 'em."
I then offered to pick a microwave up in Cincinnati and bring it to her on our next trip down. I went home and bought a scratch n den microwave for $155 (I told her it was only $50). When I went to deliver it to her, she broke down in tears.
"The doc put me on these new pills. I can't afford them and the microwave. Can I mail you $5 a month until I get it paid off?"
"That's okay." I replied. "You keep the microwave and let me keep your daughter, and we'll call it even."
. . and that's how I traded an old mountain woman a microwave for her only daughter.
BTW: Here's the very spot where I popped the question: