We’re back from our spring break sabbatical with the kids. Now that our daughter is in school our schedules are somewhat beholding to her schedule. For the past few years we’ve made it a point to take a spring break camping trip. As that’s March in the Smokies the weather is always a factor.
This year we headed down the Southern District of the Cherokee National Forest as it’s pretty close, has streams we love, but it’s also not our day to day “office” so it really is getting away.
But our daughter Willow has a competitor when it comes to just about everything around the Rutter household. Our four year old son Boone just can’t sit idly by and watch his big sister do stuff without getting in on it himself. This year our smallest boots and waders kinda sorta fit Boone…. As long as he didn’t walk more than three steps. The super big feet and baggy waders presented a bit of a trip hazard.
The camping trip had even more significance for Boone who lost his first tooth on the way. In a scene that could only happen in the Rutter family Boone put his tooth in a TroutHunter fly cup under his sleeping bag for the Tooth Fairy to find.
You’ll notice there really aren’t any pics of Charity or me holding any fish. We did fish a little bit, but for the most part the kids got all the really premium spots and we wouldn’t have it any other way. They were eager to fish and we wanted them to succeed.
Looks like we all did pretty good…