Still hold a function in our world today: the formal public presentation and coming-out of a couple as a social unit.  A moment of self-definition. 

Any cynics out there would have had their coolness put to rest this past weekend.

I don’t have many worthy words; I didn’t all week, really.  Phillip and Ariel, all the best parts of you two, separately and together, were on display.  And then some.  

So here are some pictures.  I’ll get the rest up on picasa and available for your use this weekend.

The bride directs traffic for the rehearsal.  The groom and Reverend Lyle await.

The ceremony was held not too long before high noon on Friday, Temple of Sinawava, Zion.  Standing on the other side of the circle, I could not hear much over the river.  Which was just wonderful.

We ate and drank, lots.  Talked with good people.  Went hiking, canyoneering, and (I, for a few hours at Goose) went biking.  We even ran into Dave, Lynda, Wesley, and Emma utterly by chance Sunday.  It was lovely all around.

And to cap it all off, on the way back Monday we stopped by Ikea in Draper and bought a rolled polyurethane mattress.  No more sleeping on the Cordless!

If you haven’t read Powell’s words from Sunday, go do it, right now.  Nothing else needs to be said in the next fortnight.