Some elopements feel planned.
Others feel found.
This one was the latter.
On a still summer day in Juneau, we met at Eaglecrest Ski Resort, long after ski season had ended and the mountain had returned to itself. No lift lines, no crowds—just us, the alpine air, and a short walk up the slope where the world felt hushed and expansive.
Their ceremony was officiated by Linda Windeborn, grounding the moment with intention and warmth. Vows were exchanged surrounded by green peaks and low clouds drifting lazily across the ridgelines—one of those Juneau days where time slows without asking.
Before heading down, serendipity stepped in. In the parking lot, we stumbled upon a bus decorated for the couple’s favorite band—unexpected, joyful, and perfectly them. A reminder that elopements aren’t just about the destination, but the tiny, unplanned moments that make the story unforgettable.
From there, we wandered—no rush, no schedule—stopping at the North Douglas waterfall, where the sound of rushing water echoed through the trees. Our final stop brought us to the fireweed fields near Brotherhood Bridge, glowing soft pink against the muted greens of summer.
It ended the way the day began: quietly, intentionally, and deeply connected—to each other, to the land, and to the kind of love that doesn’t need an audience.
This is what Juneau elopements do best.
They leave space for magic.
When the Mountain Is Quiet and Everything Aligns
