My name is Trent Bowen. A husband, father and avid outdoorsman. To be exact, I've been married for about 10 years and have had my beautiful daughter, Sophie for 19 years as of now.
I was from Virginia, grew up in a small community in the wilderness of the hinterlands. Lush forests and rocky plains were practically my childhood. It's been a while since I've seen it though. One day, one that I should consider a happy one, one gorgeous city girl stole my heart. Cheyenne, my young, and even now still beautiful wife.
We spent many, many happy years with each other. She showed me the big city, the suburbs and the metropolises of the state. Richmond was a personal favorite of hers, being the place she was born in, and we live there even today.
The city shaped her. She always stressed the importance of being studious, hard working and strict with yourself. I admired her for her dedication to her job and to her personal schedules, but it left little time for actually living. The few moments we had for each other were sweet and I'd never knock them, sparse as they may have been. In fact it was those moments that brought Sophie into our world.
We didn't get married immediately after finding out that Cheyenne was pregnant like most couples did, but rather we grew closer as we raised Sophie together and decided to tie the knot. Sophie was the light of my life and I spent every living moment since her birth marveling over how a backwater hick like myself could have put something this beautiful and cherished into this world.
Even as a child, she had those cute, dark red locks and a set of freckles underneath her hazel brown eyes. My heart melted every time I looked at her. Her smile was infectious.
She turned out to be a rambunctious little girl, climbing furniture, digging holes big enough for her to crawl through in the garden, trying to catch fish with her hands in the small, nearby river and nearly crying when one slipped through her fingers. Heh, I had to hug her several minutes before she recovered from me telling her that she can't have a baby bear as a pet.
Cheyenne never got her mindset or her fascination for nature. But I did. I encouraged her to explore, to experiment and to try and understand the things she discovered. While her mom was more disgusted and scared of the bugs she found in the grass, I went and helped her collect them.
It was crazy to think about it... but she was just like me when I was young. I saw so many parallels between us, that you could confuse her with someone who had grown up in the backwaters.
It only made me realize all the more how much I missed the wild. The fresh air, that visceral feeling of freedom. Something that you just can't find in a city.
"DAHAAAD! Stop daydreaming and help me unload! The fishing stuff won't carry itself!"
"Huh? Oh, right, sorry Pumpkin. Coming right up."
I climbed the ladder of our camper. Tents, fire starting equipment and sleeping bags were already taken down, all that was left was the fishing and foraging equipment.
With Sophie on one side and me on the other, we grabbed the edges of the large duffle bag and threw it down onto the rest of the pile.
Jumping down from the not all too high camper, me and Sophie wiped the sweat from our foreheads and let out a happy sigh of relief. "Heeehhh, seems like that's all. You really are working your old man too hard though. You're so impatient."
With a smug smirk, Sophie chuckled and nudged my side. "C'mon, 40 years ain't that old, dad. Besides, you were the one who came up with the camping trip, now bear it like a man. Or are you chickening out now?"
I jokingly crossed my arms and raised an eyebrow. "Well that sounds a whole lot like a challenge there, young lady. I got quite a lotta fight left in me and a simple weekend trip ain't gonna best me by a long shot."
"Then maybe you should stop whining about it."
"Oh please, I was just trying to make you feel better about yourself. Look at you, sweatin' that much already. So young and so out of shape."
"You're one to talk about out of shape." She said provocatively as she poked my chest.
My lip curled into a disbelieving smirk. "Well, I'll be, sassin your own father. Come here ya little..."
"AHHAHAHA STOP! DAD! HAHAHAA, S-STOHOP!" Sophie cried out laughing as I picked her up and tickled her sides.
I spun her around before I slowly set her down again. Her laughter slowly grew relaxed as I stopped poking her and it slowly died down, turning into just a simple hug. Sophie shortly nuzzled my chest as the last chuckle escaped her lips before she reluctantly parted from me. She stretched her slender, only slightly curvy body and took in as much air as her lungs could hold.
She never really dressed girlishly, even right now it was just a simple red, plain t-shirt with an emerald green, open vest, light blue, tight jeans and calve high, brown boots. Her dark red hair was just long enough to be tied up in a short ponytail and a few simple hair clips kept her bangs from falling over her freckled face. She's always been somewhat of a tomboy, her breasts and even her butt barely made themselves noticeable, especially in clothes that didn't draw attention to them. But to me, she was the most beautiful girl any guy could ever have the luck of dating.
"Aahhhh, gotta say though, ya sure know how to pick 'em. Man it's pretty here. Nice and shadowy, lots of room... why would mom ever wanna miss out on this?"
As I threw on a few of our bags, I reminded her. "Your mother just isn't much of an outdoors person. You know that already. You don't need to ride around on it."
She threw her head back in annoyance and sighed. "She never gets it! She always just wants to stay inside, check her E-mails and watch TV. She doesn't even go into our garden anymore because the Wifi won't reach there!"
I scowled, partly because I wanted to scold her for criticizing her mother... but also because I kind of got how she felt. "Listen, your mother... she's just very busy with her job. It requires a lot of her time and attention."
She put her hands into her pockets and rocked from side to side. "Heeeehhh... I know. But that's the only thing she pays attention to. I haven't seen you kiss her once lately. Do you two even still... hmm?" She shrieked up a little as I came closer to her and pulled her into a hug. I rubbed the back of her head and tussled her hair a little.
She slowly calmed down and wrapped her arms around my sides, just as she always used to do. "You don't need to worry about us. Your mom might be a little busy sometimes but I'm still happy with her. I love her, she loves me and we both love you, pumpkin."
A strong blush came across her face after I told her that and she only glanced at me from then on. "Maybe she does... but at least I KNOW that you do." She smiled and put her hand on top of mine as I held her cheek.
I smiled to myself. "I'm just lucky to have a daughter that takes so much after her stupid old man."
"You're not stupid, dad."
"Hehe, glad at least one of us thinks so. Now let's make the most of this weekend so we can get all powered out until we get home. Who knows, maybe you'll like relaxing inside a little more then."