A few weeks ago we took our boat out on the lovely St Croix river. This is a place where I grew up: swimming, caking myself with mud and pretending to be mud monsters, collecting algae (and lots of it) becuase my brother said we could earn a lot of money making soap out of it, sharing laughs, jumping off the back of the boats and just generally having a great time.
Sweet Pea: 4th generation on our boat and future fisherwoman. When asked what kind of fish do you want to catch she responds "woweye". AKA the ever elusive walleye.
Can't be on the river without good company
Then there is the nature that kept flying into our boat:
First catch of the day:
I grew up with Twizzlers and Tootsie Pops on the boat; Sweet Pea gets Sour Patch Kids and Blow-Pops
Nothing like the rocking waves to soothe a toddler to sleep:
All smiles after nap time:
Another great family outing in the boat. We'll have to do it again very soon. Someone is getting the itch to do some fishing.
