Two weeks ago, our older grandson got married.  This was the place they chose for the wedding,

on top of a bluff!  

The trail going down to the spot they had picked, was so steep that a man stretched a big heavy rope from tree to tree for us to cling to on the way down.

Guests were seated on square bales of hay.

Informal ~ but very nice.

An extension of the bluff.  I would have felt much more secure if I could have worn my lace-up shoes and jeans.  The heights really bothered the farmer; he kept holding on to me.  I guess he was afraid I'd fall on the rocks.  Or, was he thinking, "If I fall off, I'm taking her with me!"

Charlotte