I got married in Big Bend NP (vows by the second bemches up in the Basin, by the hotel). Met up with a Brewster justice of the peace. He was happy to do it but he told us if someone dies, his official duties for a inquest took precedent. No worries, my buddy is gregarious and would humor us. Already had the minister of life care in his wallet, mail order from the back of Rolling Stone! It didn't have to be official, just something for the family and friends who made it out.
Two months before said buddy got bariatric surgery. While he's out in BBNP with us he begins to feel sick. Park people can't really do anything. Ends up driving in the middle of the night all the way to Alpine. Boom, our backup plan out of the picture. Turns out he had scar tissue blocking his guts, and would have died if not for emergency surgery. Side effect. So our backup plan nearly took out our primary plan.
Got hitched. Crazy biker woman without phone catered fajitas. It was great. The end.