Flying Flags RV Resort & Campground

Welcome Fiesta

Brick Barn Wine Estate

Wedding Day

Brunch

Our Wedding

(Erick Wrote It. I Just Made Sure It Was True.)

Our story begins like all great romances. We remember it as a perfect setting, a place of magic, bathed in an eternal sunset. A serendipitous bump, getting us to lock eyes causing time to slow, birds chirping beside a waterfall, the world fading until only we remain. Our love story is the stuff of dreams. And we visit this dreamland every day—1123 Chapala Street, Bartlett, Pringle &amp; Wolf.Yeah… we met at work. Not exactly love at first sight, or so we thought. We became instant best friends, and that’s all it was supposed to be. But after one too many boba lunch breaks, I realized how connected I felt to Halo. I loved her company and I hated my time away from her. So naturally, I asked her to lunch on the weekend and showed her my best party trick: deep throating chicken wings. Yep, I’m serious. And no, she was not impressed.I thought that was it. But somehow, despite every red flag I was waving in her face, she didn’t run. If anything, she got closer. She’d ask me to hang out in her car just to talk, come into work on weekends just to see me. We gave each other nicknames—mine for her was “Cutie” (because we ate Cuties from the break room, which are also called Halos). Hers for me was… well, “Dirty Dumb Mexican.” (Thanks Papa Vance)Eventually, I worked up the nerve to ask, “So… is this a date?” She almost threw up. I wasn’t allowed to say the D-word, she hated the D. That crushed me. But she kept showing up, still letting me hold her, still brightening my days in ways she’ll never fully understand. I didn’t know what to do with all the feelings she brought out in me, so I started writing long, heartfelt messages that turned into my now-award-winning poems.Despite all my efforts, Halo insisted we were just coworkers who happened to spend all their free time together. Everything changed though, at our first tax season party together. Just a little alcohol later, and suddenly this girl was all over me. Holding my hand, standing way too close while pretending to be “subtle” (we fooled no one). I even got to sleep in her hotel room. And NOTHING HAPPENED OMG.The next morning, she looked like she regretted it, not that I spent the night with her, but that she’d let herself be seen. Like she felt something but was afraid to admit it. I knew then: I wasn’t giving up. She was worth it. Our connection was worth it. And so began the cycle: we’d hang out, get close, flirt shamelessly... and then she’d remind me, “We’re not anything, okay?” Over and over. And yet, she kept coming back, and I kept holding on.Kept writing her messages and poems and do anything I could do to show her this wasn’t going to be short fling.I knew she was scared, but I also knew what we had was real. Eventually, I invited her on a weekend trip to a lavender festival. That’s where I finally asked, “Can I call you my girlfriend?”She said "yes".She kept it a secret at first, still embarrassed for people at work to know. But little by little, people found out anyway. We never made some big announcement, but somehow, everyone just knew. I don’t know if it was the constant flirting, the way we always showed up and left in the same car, or the inside jokes we refused to explain, but yeah, I don’t know how people knew, we were real subtle. I didn’t care, I had her. But I’d be lying if I said a part of me wasn’t proud and excited that people finally saw what I longed for all this time: she was mine.

Our Story

Schedule

We’d love for you to stay at Flying Flags with us and join in on the weekend's festivities, including our Welcome Fiesta on Friday evening and Brunch on Sunday. Accommodations at Flying Flags include luxury tents, campsites, Airstreams, and additional cottages throughout the property. We recommend the National Park Cottages or Surf Cabins. There is also Sideways Inn, a boutique hotel connected to Flying Flags, which is another great option right next door. Flying Flags tends to book up quickly, so if you'd like to stay for the weekend, we encourage you to reserve soon to ensure the best options are available. Please feel free to choose whatever works best for you, whether you’re glamping, camping, cozying up in a cabin, staying at the hotel for the weekend, or simply driving up the day of the wedding. Flying Flags is family and pet friendly, so all are welcome! We can’t wait to celebrate with you!

If you prefer a more traditional hotel-style stay, Sideways Inn is a great option. It’s located right next to Flying Flags, so you’ll still be close to all the weekend fun while enjoying the comfort and amenities of a boutique hotel.

Sideways Inn

Accommodations

If you have any other questions, feel free to reach out!

Q + A

Registry

Our story begins like all great romances. We remember it as a perfect setting, a place of magic, bathed in an eternal sunset. A serendipitous bump, getting us to lock eyes causing time to slow, birds chirping beside a waterfall, the world fading until only we remain. Our love story is the stuff of dreams. And we visit this dreamland every day—1123 Chapala Street, Bartlett, Pringle &amp; Wolf. Yeah… we met at work. Not exactly love at first sight, or so we thought. We became instant best friends, and that’s all it was supposed to be. But after one too many boba lunch breaks, I realized how connected I felt to Halo. I loved her company and I hated my time away from her. So naturally, I asked her to lunch on the weekend and showed her my best party trick: deep throating chicken wings. Yep, I’m serious. And yes, she looked as disgusted as you’d expect. I thought that was it. But somehow, despite every red flag I was waving in her face, she didn’t run. If anything, she got closer. She’d ask me to hang out in her car just to talk, come into work on weekends just to see me. We gave each other nicknames—mine for her was “Cutie” (because we ate Cuties from the break room, which are also called Halos). Hers for me was… well, “Dirty Dumb Mexican.” (Thanks Papa Vance) Eventually, I worked up the nerve to ask, “So… is this a date?” She almost threw up. I wasn’t allowed to say the D-word, she hated the D. That crushed me. But she kept showing up, still letting me hold her, still brightening my days in ways she’ll never fully understand. I didn’t know what to do with all the feelings she brought out in me, so I started writing long, heartfelt messages that turned into my now-award-winning poems. Despite all my efforts, Halo insisted we were just coworkers who happened to spend all their free time together. Everything changed though, at our first tax season party together. Just a little alcohol later, and suddenly this girl was all over me. Holding my hand, standing way too close while pretending to be “subtle” (we fooled no one). I even got to sleep in her hotel room. And NOTHING HAPPENED OMG. The next morning, she looked like she regretted it, not that I spent the night with her, but that she’d let herself be seen. Like she felt something but was afraid to admit it. I knew then: I wasn’t giving up. She was worth it. Our connection was worth it. And so began the cycle: we’d hang out, get close, flirt shamelessly... and then she’d remind me, “We’re not anything, okay?” Over and over. And yet, she kept coming back, and I kept holding on. Kept writing her messages and poems and do anything I could do to show her this wasn’t going to be short fling. I knew she was scared, but I also knew what we had was real. Eventually, I invited her on a weekend trip to a lavender festival. That’s where I finally asked, “Can I call you my girlfriend?” She said yes. She kept it a secret at first, still embarrassed for people at work to know. But little by little, people found out anyway. We never made some big announcement, but somehow, everyone just knew. I don’t know if it was the constant flirting, the way we always showed up and left in the same car, or the inside jokes we refused to explain, but yeah, I don’t know how people knew, we were real subtle. I didn’t care, I had her. But I’d be lying if I said a part of me wasn’t proud and excited that people finally saw what I longed for all this time: she was mine.

Storyy

Layla Simms

Wedding Party

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Welcome Party Entertainment: <a href="https://vimeo.com/1192417205?fl=pl&amp;fe=sh" rel="noopener" target="_blank">Case 631128: Erick + Halo</a>

Guest Pix: We would love to see all the photos and videos you captured from our wedding day. If you took any, please upload them using the link below so we can relive all the special moments. Thank you for celebrating with us! <a href="https://my.guestpix.com/guest/access/146441/TIks2z6m" rel="noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">https://my.guestpix.com/guest/access/146441/TIks2z6m</a>

Photo Booth Pictures: Pictures can be viewed by going to <a href="http://www.openairphotobooth.com/" rel="noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">www.openairphotobooth.com</a> and clicking on “View Event Images” in the top right corner.If you are viewing our webpage from a phone, click on the two horizontal lines in the top right corner and then scroll down to find “View Event Images”. Click through from there!You can view and download your images free of charge and order additional reprints!Gallery Password: buellton

Livestreams: <a href="https://www.youtube.com/live/c2yj2yfnJTE?si=8fItZzspu1EE0oG9" rel="noopener" target="_blank">Ceremony</a> @ 3pm <a href="https://www.youtube.com/live/V8NBpPSHzQk?si=z1OMPz5VHYs6jFng" rel="noopener" target="_blank">Reception</a> @ 5pm <a href="https://www.youtube.com/live/baNN7suuUcw?si=FQnUj37MBJzViw4k" rel="noopener" target="_blank">Speeches / Dances</a> @ 6:20pm