What do you get when you combine a weekend survival adventure, one sleeping bag, and a mountain man who loves to make the rules? A five-star Daddy experience.

I’m in town for a wedding. Heels, champagne, and a final thesis on wilderness survival.

He’s the Boone brother who gets paid to keep people like me from dying out here. The one who swore off women a decade ago.

I’m too soft. Too mouthy. I don’t listen.

Now I’m tripping over roots and testing his patience.

And learning things they definitely don’t teach in grad school.

I came for extra credit.

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What do you get when you combine a weekend survival adventure, one sleeping bag, and a mountain man who loves to make the rules? A five-star Daddy experience.

I’m in town for a wedding. Heels, champagne, and a final thesis on wilderness survival.

He’s the Boone brother who gets paid to keep people like me from dying out here. The one who swore off women a decade ago.

I’m too soft. Too mouthy. I don’t listen.

Now I’m tripping over roots and testing his patience.

And learning things they definitely don’t teach in grad school.

I came for extra credit.

He came to show me it’s okay to let go.

When I leave the mountain to finish my degree, he does the one thing I never saw coming.

He puts on a suit.

Because Daddy won’t ever let me walk away.