They met on a trip to a hot spring. Mitch didn’t have a phone and lived in a half built mansion in the foothills of the North Cascades. Mirabai lived in a former walk-in-closet that was painted orange and hosted a midnight radio show. They courted through letters handed off by friends and birthday party happenstances. Time passed. Mountains were traversed. Mushrooms were harvested. Rock shows were played. Beatrix was born. Homes were made. Friends were around. Tears were shed. Calisthenics were done. Cheesy baked pasta was cooked. Night Shift was terrible. Love prevailed. Their friend Nora Harrington drew their wedding invite for them.