The idea of 3 generations of Mills boys riding down a river in our raft had been in my head since our Big C had entered the world.
Finally it happened last week after waiting for over 5 years.
The weather could have been better. The fishing could have been better. We should have done a shorter float. I should have packed more clothes in case he fell in (he did). There were a lot of things we could have done better, but it was an incredible day on the river.
I loved watching the day through the eyes of a 5 year old boy and the wisdom of 75 year old grandpa.
Big C's questions and comments were unending, and usually hilarious
"How do we get back to the truck?" "Do fish have birthdays?" "What if we could do the float in 1 second?"
Cheetos fingers were in full effect, all day
As the older boys switched off from oars to fly rod, Big C was our trusty net man. He'd scoop the fish, ask how many inches each fish was and beg to hold each one. It was awesome
As we hit the take out, 3 tired but happy Mills boys celebrated a successful float.
The older generation smiled ear to ear, the younger generation said he couldn't wait to do it again
I couldn't have been happier