We hit the slopes around 9:00 AM. We had a lazy morning after breakfast; and since it was Sunday, I decided that the entire day would be taken at a slow pace and simply be relaxing. We each were ecstatic about our new status as "engaged" persons.

I phoned my dad around 10:00 AM, at the exact point on top of the mountain where I had proposed. Samantha phoned her mother, and it seemed like both families were "happy campers."

I knew I would have to leave for Randolph in the early afternoon, as I wanted to be rested and for Samantha to be as well as we returned to our duties as students and "worker bees". I was continuing to learn about craft beer making by the day. The theory I would apply much later in my career.

Around 2:00 PM, we decided to pull up stakes. We showered in the lodge at Stowe, and met at the car. We were each sad to see the other go, as it would be too long; no matter the time frame, till we saw each other again now that we were engaged. Seeing each other every two weeks would no longer "cut the mustard." We set a time over the next two weekends to spend a weekend at my parents and the other at hers...hers first.

The week at the brewery was long and I was excited to return to her parents home. It seemed like forever since I had been there, and it had really not been that long in the grand scheme of things. Her father greeted me with a warmth that I had never felt. Even from the feel of is handshake upon my arrival to his home, I could tell that I was "in like flint."

Samantha's father had made reservations at a nice restaurant in town to take us to on Friday nite. Saturday would be our time, and Sunday, family time. I was excited to see a different side of Samantha's family, and even more excited to share with her, mine.