Kevin and Megan met when her car got stuck in a ditch. “I was camping with a friend and got my car stuck in a ditch backing out of the dirt driveway to the road,” she says. “We couldn’t get it out, and were in a remote area with no cell service. We finally—and shamefully—walked to the house down the road to ask to borrow a phone. A sweet couple, Kevin’s parents, answered the door, and they were so warm and welcoming. They wouldn’t let us borrow the phone—they were happy to strap on their head lamps and march up the road to help us! Kevin came around the corner at some point, looking like a hunk, and said, ‘I have my truck and some toe straps. We’ll come help.’ The rest is history!”

Fate stepped in to make sure this chance meeting wouldn’t fizzle. Kevin would soon be starting a job in San Francisco down the street from where Megan lived. “He worked the night shift and was staying in his trailer on the job site at Pier 50. We had so many fun adventures that summer getting ‘lunch’ together at 2 a.m., beers after work at 6 a.m., and watching the ballpark fireworks from his ‘waterfront home,’” she says.

The two love adventure, which was the perfect setting for Kevin’s proposal. “We went backcountry skiing up by Sugar Bowl on a bluebird day,” Kevin says. “Just before Megan made it to the top of the hike, I ran ahead and recruited some strangers to catch the proposal on film. I acted like I was going to fix her bindings, then pulled out the ring.”

As they started planning, they agreed on their priorities for the big day. “We stuck to the main goals: good food, plenty of booze and a good DJ. Megan was the one who had the aesthetic in mind and the talent to communicate it to our vendors,” he says. “We basically just wanted a fun party for everybody to eat, drink and dance.” The “classy backyard barbecue” came together just as they had imagined, thanks to the creative ideas that perfectly reflected who they are.

“My dad is Jewish; Kevin is Italian; I love to dance; Kevin is a river guide; I love candy; and we’re both huge carnivores,” Megan says. “We took lots of traditions we loved and incorporated them into our wedding: we stomped the glass; my brother was the officiant; we cut a pig instead of a cake; we danced the Hora and the tarantella; we took a group whiskey shop; and we skipped the bouquet toss. We prioritized things that were special or meaningful to us and that we wanted to share with our family and friends.”

—Kourtney Jason