Ashley Robert Bücher

I had a morning routine where I did three hundred and fifty pushups, two hundred and seventy-five sit-ups and jogged a mile. After that I would drive to my local Starbucks for a cappuccino with two raw sugars and a toasted chocolate croissant. That day was different though and I was flying to Nashville Tennessee for the 4th of July to visit my wife’s family. I really wanted to take my son canoeing or white water rafting so he could get a little taste of the Tennessee outdoors. Was that too much to ask for? I didn’t think so but my wife did. Luckily, when we arrived in Nash Vegas my father in-law had a change of heart and he agreed to take the boys out on the Harpeth River. Unfortunately, I had no idea that we were about to run into some trouble. I never could have planned for the horrible chaos that we would encounter. If only I would have listened to my wife, then maybe, just maybe, you wouldn’t be reading this now.

Cameron and I had just spent an amazing week at Camp Wildlife and we were definitely sad to be leaving, especially since we had finally scored our first French kiss. At the same time though, we were super pumped up to spend a week together at my parents' tobacco farm & cattle ranch in western North Carolina. We were going to have the best time ever I just knew it. Cameron really wanted to see what the woods had to offer and who could blame him. The farm was like an amusement park for young boys. It had a creek, two ponds, several old tobacco barns, and a hundred plus acres to roam around on without any authority whatsoever. It was night and day from our environment back home in Boca Raton. Which is why I loved it so much and was hoping that Cam would as well.