Some of the places that people make are so sacred, we feel like we're reading a diary out loud by sharing them. This is one of them.
45 minutes up a mountain he camped on when he was younger, the mountains she drove by in awe on her motorcycle before they met. Six people, two were married, and there were no dry eyes. Sometimes the marriage happens just after dawn, on the day of the wedding when everyone else is sleeping. Bacon, eggs, and french press from the back of the van they'd fixed up, were served afterward. A tomato sticker was found in the bride's eggs. (Can't get it all right.)
Be true to what feels organic and true to the selves you know. You may only get to do this once. (Sometimes twice, on the same day.)