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A Marriage Proposal on Walden Pond

Can a backpacker more comfy on the trail find love with a lady for whom three stars is roughing it? An excerpt from Ron's recently published memoir, Pathfinder: Blazing a New Wilderness Trail in Modern America.

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by Ron Strickland | 2011-08-30 00:00:00-06

I now face a life that is, like everyone's life, filled with trail intersections, with unmarked spots where I don't know which way the trail goes, and with the awful uncertainty that accompanies a world where choice is infinite. And with all the beauty that infinite choice offers, I miss - more than I could have imagined - a world where my only choices involved where to stop for the night and which flavor of Lipton dinner to eat for each meal.

- Scott Huler. “Bringing the Trail's Lessons Back To Life,”
in The News & Observer, Raleigh, NC, May 22, 1995.

I met her the old-fashioned way, via the Internet. Actually, I was looking for a backpacking partner with whom to explore the Sea-To-Sea Route. Instead, I found a four-star hotel maven whose interest in trails was minimal but whose tolerance for me was both unexpected and very welcome. She and I had both been hitched before and had a sense of the compromises inherent in marriage. So, forsaking thirty years of nomadism, I decided to propose to her on Valentine's Day at Walden Pond, home of my hero Henry David Thoreau.

Since a proposal is one of the few acts in life for which there is little or no guidance, I mass-emailed my friends for advice. The resulting hilarity showed that many people doubted that marriage was part of my vocabulary. Their suggestions ranged from the quaint (hide the ring in a snowman) to the literary (read aloud to her from Thoreau’s journals.) My recently-divorced buddy Keith Clark wrote from Anchorage to warn, “I got married on Valentines Day. Don't do that. Hard to get dinner reservations every year, and now, it really sucks as a remembrance.”

“Bah humbug, to you, Keith,” I thought. However, on V-Day, fate intervened with the winter’s most hellacious snowstorm. Blowing every which way, the blizzard convinced Tine that travel was too dangerous. That coincided with my learning that Walden Pond was not the bucolic retreat popularized by my hero Henry D. Actually, it was a state park with 9:00 to 5:00 hours and zillions of recreationists who were prohibited from parking anywhere but in the $5.00 lot that closed at 5:00 PM. So Valentine's Day was out. However, the next evening Mr. Romantic decided to lead an outlaw expedition in the dark to declare his love.

The object of my affections was decidedly uninterested in trudging to Walden by headlamp. Thoreau held no more appeal for her than the smell of unbathed thrus. Nevertheless, the night after Valentine's Day we found ourselves on busy Walden Street south of Concord. The only light came from the glare of oncoming headlights. To avoid being hit we slogged along a high berm into the frostbite wind while the snow squeaked loudly under our boots.

Halfway to the park, Tine balked. What was the point of risking our lives on that dangerous road? Why couldn’t we be in a warm restaurant ordering something tasty? That somehow reminded me that both Thoreau and his brother John had proposed unsuccessfully to the same girl. If Walden's greatest hero had been shot down, what chance did sorry Strickland have?

Frightened by the incessant traffic, Tine felt hungry and cold. But I explained that the evening’s associations with Thoreau were important to me, so she gamely gave it another try.

We continued south across the Concord Turnpike’s river of cars. Soon we were in deep woods and crunching along a snowy trail in search of the pond. Dressed in GoLite down parkas and rain pants, we defied the temperature and the wind. I was excited by my mission and by the sense that I was where the American conservation movement had begun.

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Tine’s mood brightened as soon as she saw the lake’s flat, white expanse bordered by its ring of dark hills. As a Mount Holyoke undergraduate, she had loved winter ponds so much that she'd spent many hours peering at their ice-entombed leaves and bubbles. So when she found Walden’s expanse of snow-covered ice, she forgot her earlier reservations about my daft date. She ran out into the middle of the pond and flopped down on her back to drink in the stars.

I lay beside her, aware of the vast silence between us and Venus on the western horizon. Walden seemed almost a part of the familiar constellations overhead. Snow cushioned my hips and head. Feeling at home, as I always do in the wilds, I sought the courage to tell Tine what she had meant to me. “Our whole is greater than the sum of our parts,” I stumbled, aware that any words sounded insignificant in such a magnificent setting. Keep it short, I thought. So I reached for her gloved hand, and simply said that I loved her and wanted to marry her.

She hesitated so long that I became aware of the cold seeping up from the snow and ice. My fingers, exposed to the air for a photo, began to throb painfully.

What would she say? I suddenly realized that I truly had no idea what her response would be.

The moments stretched by interminably. I began to fear that maybe I was making a fool of myself. Finally she blurted,“Yes, I will marry you.” The relief I felt boomed through my mind like a giant crack in the ice. We embraced despite the barriers of our puffy coats. When we kissed, I felt lost in a dream.

Yes, I will marry you, she'd said. I wondered if I could both make her happy and wean myself from my nomadic lifestyle.

“Yes,” she said again. And, as if reading my thoughts, she added, “It will be the beginning of many exciting new trails.”

Pathfinder: Blazing a New Wilderness Trail in Modern America by Ron Strickland, was published by Oregon State University Press in 2011. Available from Amazon or Powell's.


"A Marriage Proposal on Walden Pond," by Ron Strickland. (ISSN 1537-0364)., 2011-08-30 00:00:00-06.


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Addie Bedford
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Locale: Montana
A Marriage Proposal on Walden Pond on 08/30/2011 13:12:46 MDT Print View

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A Marriage Proposal on Walden Pond

Lars Laird Iversen
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Congratulations! on 08/31/2011 12:30:36 MDT Print View

Myself, I proposed in a bog. They can be remarkably romantic in early fall. She too said yes! I can´t say that she is a non-hiker though. In fact, she far better than me at actually getting out in the forest rather than spending time on outdoorsy websites...

Clint Hewitt
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Locale: New England
Congrats on 08/31/2011 12:50:52 MDT Print View


Well written I might add. May have watered up there a bit, ehh I m a romantic.

Goof Stuff, Thanks for sharing.

Happy Trails

Miguel Arboleda
(butuki) - MLife

Locale: Kanto Plain, Japan
Re: A Marriage Proposal on Walden Pond on 08/31/2011 15:20:26 MDT Print View

Great story! I love the way you made it short and spare, with only the necessary details, but with a lot of humor and affection in it. And I love the tension of waiting to know what she would say.

I used to live in Newton, outside Boston, and I would daily bicycle out to Walden after work in the summer and go skinny dipping at night. I also went there in winter to go skating and I loved listening to the booming whiplash of the ice bowing under the weight of my friends and me. I even skinny dipped in April when ice still rimmed the edges of the lake.

You might have had a much easier and more romantic time coming into the park from the Lincoln side, from the direction going out towards Great Meadows (a place that is much closer to what Thoreau knew than present day Walden). It's much quieter, with almost no cars.

Paul Magnanti
(PaulMags) - MLife

Locale: People's Republic of Boulder
Proposal on 09/01/2011 08:26:26 MDT Print View

Wonderful reading!

I proposed this past year under the "Mega Moon" in March.

Adrianna and I met on a full moon hike, so proposing on a full moon hike seem appropriate.

Packed in the wine, strawberries, chocolate.

We approached a favorite site in the Boulder foothills for full moon hiking.

As we enjoyed the ambiance of the night, I pulled out the goodies. Out came the strawberries. The chocolate. And a small ring box.

Opened it up.

I did not say a word.

She looked at me and said "Is that cheese???"

(She eventually realized what it was and said "yes". :) )

Best Full Moon Hiker ever

Diane Pinkers
(dipink) - MLife

Locale: Western Washington
Oh, Paul! on 09/01/2011 11:17:14 MDT Print View

"Is that cheese?"

That made me laugh---that's sounds like something I would say!

Jarod Fleming
(flemdawg1) - F

Locale: SE US
Re: Cheese on 09/01/2011 11:45:58 MDT Print View

"Is That Cheese?"

I would def say she has her priorities right. :-D

Congrats MAGS!

Paul Magnanti
(PaulMags) - MLife

Locale: People's Republic of Boulder
Cheese on 09/01/2011 15:51:41 MDT Print View

Heh...yeah, she knows how I am about food. So not a surprise she thought it was food. ;)

Tom Clark
(TomClark) - MLife

Locale: East Coast
Re: A Marriage Proposal on Walden Pond on 09/03/2011 13:06:07 MDT Print View

Very nice. I proposed along the AT at Bear Mountain in NY. However, it was sunset in late summer and there was a bottle of champagne (mostly consumed by me for some Dutch courage).

Dale Wambaugh
(dwambaugh) - MLife

Locale: Pacific Northwest
Re: A Marriage Proposal on Walden Pond on 09/03/2011 13:19:41 MDT Print View

A most courageous enterprise :) Would ol' Henry David approve of a wife? I wonder....

I popped the question on the shores of False Bay on San Juan Island. False Bay because it is only a couple feet deep at high tide:

That was 27 years ago, so I guess it worked :)

Now I have two noisy roommates (read "offspring") I can't get rid of, I'm $200k in debt (mortgage) and I wake up with a 59 year old woman in my bed. Sigh.....

Helllllp meeeeeee!

Chris Moses
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Marriage Proposal on 09/12/2011 09:38:40 MDT Print View

Awesome!! My wife and I were engaged on Isle Royale in 2003 on day 5. Moose were grazing in Chicken Bone Lake right behind us at the same moment.

Edited by hughnormus on 09/12/2011 09:39:14 MDT.